My Apologia

Truly I have missed the boat
A lump is forming in my throat
Bitter tears I may weep so
For I am lame at NaPoMo

What's the reason?
For this treason?
Is it the beautiful Spring season?

No alas the blame's all mine.
My aging brain cannot find rhymes.
But, honestly, my job, the stress
Has made my poetic dreams a mess.

I could not write, try as I must.
Knuckles has left me in the dust.

I do not have to spur me on
Vacation pics of tiny thongs.
My imagination does not lead me
To write of Alec Baldwin's wee wee.

But tomorrow I shall be on the beach
And my inspiration there may reach
Great heights, due to the waves that rise
And chips sold under the name of Wise.

Election Day

The Big Day is here
To throw Pauline out on her rear.

Pre-Election couplet

Background for Non-Quebeckers: Francois Legault is saying his 3rd place CAQ party can win a majority.  Now the couplet:

Legault's delusion
is amusin' .

Post Colonoscopy Friday

I am back at work.
My boss is a jerk.

In his office he hides
While angry staff
Plot his demise.

It's Colonoscopy Thursday

On Day 3 of NaPoMo
let us forget the beer and gin.
My drink today, it must rum
to forget the camera
that went up my bum.

Day 2; stuck already

It's Day 2 and I am in a bind
because I rhyme I cannot find

I have no spare time and it's not at all funny
When you don't have all day to roll in your "package money"

Aaaand we're off!

NaPoMo at last is here!
Let us gather
and drink beer

If, with the weeks,
our rhymes go thin
let us re-group
and drink gin