It’s time to do NaBloPoMo.
It starts off easily, as though
Ideas that come naturally
Flow through my fingers practically
All on their own. This blogging thing
Will be an easy task to swing.
One post a day, that’s all it takes
It’s not that hard, for goodness’ sake!
The topics range from food I cook,
To politics and favourite books.
I criticise and I opine
Hey, ten days in, I’m doing fine!
Although now that I think of it,
My inspiration starts to quit
Around about the fourteenth day.
Oh crap! I’m not even halfway!
The boring bits, the most mundane
Events get written up. It’s lame.
My stream of consciousness begins
My writing’s getting Proustian.
But luckily the third week in
Is when I get my second wind…
Or… maybe it was just a breeze.
Will someone write this for me, please?
My mind is blank (and so’s the page)
I’m feeling the first signs of rage.
Oh why did I sign up for this?
My sense has been a bit remiss.
I hope, I pray, it’s not a sign
I’ll stop before the finish