I Promised NaPoWriMo
(or: Why you should never drink tequila when you haven’t finished your daily poem yet.)
11:09 P.M., April 6, 2013
Toss in the tequila
ice cubes and a lime.
Put it in a blender
and mix it for a time.
Put salt on your glass rim.
Pour the liquid in.
Take a little sip now.
Drinking’s not a sin.
If I hadn’t had two
with my evening meal,
I’d be writing verse now
you could take for real.
But Margarita got me
and holds me prisoner now.
I couldn’t engineer a poem.
I can’t remember how.
If you’ve a mind to scold me,
please don’t do it now.
I need to write something
to stay true to my vow.
There are laws against drunk driving
and driving while you’re stoned,
but nothing that forbids you
from writing when you’re zoned.
So please forgive this sad and
paltry little rhyme.
They need to make drunk writing
A misdemeanor crime.
To save you from the souls like me
who dare to take up pen,
disregarding just what
condition they are in.
You should give us pillows
and send us to our beds.
Remove our clothes, take off our shoes
and pat us on our heads.
Tell us that tomorrow
will be another day.
But now, for sure, the writing
we should put away.
Lock up our computers,
hide our ball point pens.
Throw away our pencils
in the garbage bins.
Please try to divert us
and help us to forget
so there will be no errant
verses to regret.
When we wake tomorrow,
we’ll hold our heads up high
with no embarrassing poetry,
no need to wonder why.
We posted here such drivel
that it could make one weep.
We just kept on writing.
We should have been asleep.
We did it for NaPoWriMo
against out better sense.
The late hour made us silly.
Tequila made us dense.
Tomorrow we’ll make up for it––
put bees within our bonnet
and write an ode, a ballad,
A haiku or a sonnet
Once more you’ll dare to call us friend
and read our royal rhyme.
I don’t know why I’m calling me
“We” all of this time.
I really don’t feel royal
my identity’s not split.
I simply started writing
and “we” just seemed to fit.
I can’t seem to finish
this awful little rhyme.
So I’m just going to have to
Stop and holler TIME!!!
Ha! Best snookered verse I’ve seen.
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Never order a large frozen Margarita at Viva Mexico if your plans are to go home and write a poem afterwards! Too late wise.
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hahahahah I love it………….I can just see you now….. you go girl and take the margarita’s with you…..
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Judy, maybe I should start drinking Margaritas? certainly seems to work! Fun poem.
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Sometimes I think tequila is more a drug than an alcohol. Two margaritas and I’m out for the night! Needless to say, I stick to one only.
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