Day 29 - I'm Approaching The Finish Line

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It's been a long grinds, trying to come up with a poem* each day. Many of them were short, a few good, a few bad, and most of them silly. Still, it keeps me writing even a little bit while I'm waiting for things to clear up and allow me time to get back into a my real projects.

Remember: there is only one more to endure after this.

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Fido

Once upon a midnight dreary while I pondered, eyes all bleary,
Hoping to come up with a quaint and curious poem for National Poetry Month—
   While I wondered what was lacking, suddenly there came a yapping,
Also something gently scratching, scratching at my kitchen door.
"Must be that stupid dog again," I muttered, "yapping at my kitchen door—
   Only this an nothing more."

   Yeah, I think it was in mid-December,
Although I'm not sure I remember.
   Eagerly, I was eating marshmallows; I would have to get some more tomorrow
   And I, full of sucrose and not of sorrow, except, perhaps, for the wanting more—
Then checking the price on the name brand I'd gotten—
  I'll buy the generic brand, for sure...

   And then, my sad, old curtains of uncertain color rustled,
That thrilled me—filled me with terror I'd know too well before.
  I'd probably have to fight my way past the little mutt to get to the store,
  "It has to be that stupid dog again, yapping at my kitchen door—
The neighbor's stupid dog again," I muttered, "yapping at my kitchen door—
   Only this an nothing more."

   Presently, my soul grew stronger until I couldn't stand it any longer,
"Fido, or whatever your name is, quit your yapping at my kitchen door.
 I'm busy now, if you don't mind, so I don't have time for being kind."
  But still there was that awful scratching and, of course, that fitful yapping
Until, so disturbed was I, I opened wide the kitchen door—
  Darkness there and nothing more.

   Then from behind me I heard a rustle, the sound of plastic in a tussle,
And I saw that ADHD Jack Russel, who had sneaked past my opened door,
Licking up my few marshmallows like the hungriest of fellows,
  And, so, I picked the little critter up, setting it outside on all fours,
Where once again he took to yapping, all the time outside my door.
  Quoth from me: Never more.


                     K.R. Smith

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*I'm trying to write a poem each day for National Poetry Month. It's difficult to come up with original titles (that are interesting) for each post. I chose silly instead.

 Here are the links to the poems so far:

   Day 1 National Poetry Month - Kick-off (National Poetry Month)
   Day 2 Haiku, For You (Haiku)
   Day 3 A Poem For Free (The Good Morning Man)
   Day 4 Wait, There's Even More (Monday)
   Day 5 I'm Still Alive (TMI)
   Day 6 I'm Resorting To Tricks (A Walk Through Kipling's Wood)
   Day 7 It Almost Like Poetry Heaven (Metal Monsters)
   Day 8 I've Got A Lot On My Plate (The Ides Of April)
   Day 9 Another Poem Would Be Fine (Storm Spirit)
   Day 10 I'm At It Again (What A Tree Is Not)
   Day 11 Yes, Number Eleven (A U-Turn For The Worse)
   Day 12 I Feel Like One Of Santa's Elves (Avoiding The Plague Like The Plague)
   Day 13 By The Poetry Machine (Sounds Of A Spring Night)
   Day 14 Rhymes With Thirteen (Bluebells)
   Day 15 I'm Just Being Mean (No Poem Today)
   Day 16 And I'm Full Of Beans (Steel Circles)
   Day 17 I'm Getting The Hang Of This Routine (Of All Things)
   Day 18 As Words Careen (Swamped)
   Day 19 The Last Teen You'll Be Seein' (Haiku)
   Day 20 Poems? I've Got Plenty! (Sleeping On The Train)
   Day 21 A Poem For Fun (Drunk On Blogger)
   Day 22 One More For You (The Other World)
   Day 23 And Another Poem For Free (Downtown Rain)
   Day 24 There's Still More (Questionable Premises)
   Day 25 The Streak Is Still Alive (It's All For A Good Cosplay)
   Day 26 Another Poetry Fix (Haiku)
   Day 27 Til I'm Done, I Ain't Leavin' (My Poetry)
   Day 28 I Hope I Won't Be Late (My Dark Friend)

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