Saturday, November 07, 2009

Slow Week

In keeping with my recent decision to express myself in doggerel, this post will include a poem. And this should be of no concern to you, but it wasn't particularly easy for me to crank out a poem for today's post. Writing poetry is hard enough -- even when it's bad poetry -- but it's a lot harder when you don't have anything to say.

It's been a slow week, and I don't have much anything to write about, so for today's poem, I decided to compress an entire slow week into a single slow day. In this poem, rhyme and rhythm are greater concerns than anything else, so I've exaggerated the truth a little and I've also thrown in an irrelevant detail for good measure.

And now, here is today's bad poem. I hope you enjoy it.

Nothing's going on today.
And nothing makes me smile.

I'm writing something anyway,
Since quitting's not my style.

My tortured heart is on display.
It's hideous and vile.

There's nothing else I want to say.
I'll see you in a while.