N is for NaPoWriMo
I failed, I failed, but still I’m glad,
I’ve had the bits of fun I’ve had.
Next year I’ll make it, swear to god!
I’ll thrash myself, not spare the rod.
Next year in April, good as gold,
I’ll put my whole darn life on hold.
I’ll lock the kids inside a chest.
Ignore my novel. I won’t rest–
Until I’ve gotten down and dirty
Writing poems. All damn thirty.