Twas the night before NaPoMo
And some were a-tingle
But the cupboards were empty
Not even a Pringle
The poet was bundled
Asleep in his bed, while
Visions of a naked Alec
Bounced in his head
His loins were stirred
As was his libido
O Alec, he purred
Remove your speedo
It was but a dream
And he woke with dejection
But was such a great dream
His noodle’s still at attention
April begins tomorrow
So let us get started
On a month-long adventure
Not for the faint-hearted
3 comments:
Bravo!!!! Rhyming libido and Speedo was a stroke of genius...and need I say anything about "his noodle's still at attention"?
Can I top this??? The pressure (and challenge)is on.
JAW fan
out of the gate at full speed! Awesome!!!! Mrs. A.
This is just so effing great
for NaPoMo, I just can't wait
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