“An Ode (of Sorts) to NaPoWriMo” 

or

“When Life Gives You Lists, Make Poetry” 

The poem in a nutshell:

A poem a day might be more possible

if only I were not so bossable.

Or, The unabridged version:

I had the best intentions when

this morning I picked up my pen;

but then the phone began to ring

and all day long, thing after thing

presented obstacles to rhyme,

ate up attention, devoured my time.

First, the printer who needed pay

of course, lived 15 miles away.

 Two hours later, home at last,

I had to cook a light repast

 for company who now have left

me feeling not a bit bereft.

My laptop open, my mind about

to function, I was beckoned out.

My mood was less than  joculant

as the gardener asked for flocculant

 for pool algae gone amuck.

When? Now? It was just my luck!

He made a list, demanded more

since I was going to the store.

He added chlorine and algaecide

as I considered suicide.

Finally home, I yearned to go

devise some verse, but to my woe,

my propane tank had just run dry.

We made the call. They said they’d try

to make it out within the hour.

My mood grew crabby, dark and dour.

From then on, things just kept on being

averse to my poesy-eeing.

Thing after thing came up to do.

If I know you, maybe some from you!

I‘m just a girl who can’t say no

so this is how ‘twas bound to go

until I figured how to make

adversity a piece of cake. 

Make the best out of the worse.

Let interruptions become the verse!