Bad Poetry Friday

There’s only two more days left in National Poetry Month. Make them count!

23

Sundays were for sleep

Now the calendar is full

of toddler playdates

 

 

24

Getting jealous thoughts

when I read an amazing book

is how I will fall

 

25

Drink coffee coffee

coffee coffee drink coffee

coffee coffee drink

 

26

Everything I write

is hot wet garbage left out

for vultures to eat

 

27

This would be easy

if I actually said things

that sounded profound

 

28

2016 has been a

series of obituary

headlines in papers

 

29

Why do I grow old

each day when I still feel young

inside my body?

 

30

This month of poems has

flown out the window on a

blustery spring breeze