NPM 20: The Poetaster

The red-headed poetaster
Thought she wasn't worth a piastre
And before, if you as't'er
She'd say, "use it all as plaster."

She made herself reherse and reherse
To try and perfect her verse
To her surprise, it wasn't cursed,
Not destined for the herse.

So the red-headed poetaster
Is thinking much faster
Hold off on the making-plaster
Her poems just might be satisfat-er.
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I know, the rhythm's probably off, and some of the rhymes are really weird, but I'm one of those "I wish the world would just go away for a while" moods (in other words, I could care less at the moment). I would've done a pocket poem, as it's Poem in Your Pocket Day, but I just wasn't feeling in a pocket-ish mood, and I found the word "poetaster" so much more relevant at the moment.

NPM 19: I Cannot Write a Poem Today

I cannot write a poem today
I've far too much to do
Should be illegal t'have this much
I think that I should sue.

I cannot write a poem today,
I'm much too busy, you see.
I'd write all day f'I had the choice,
But it cannot be.

I cannot write a poem today,
I say it with chagrin.
But wait a sec, this is a poem!
Oh man, I lied! I sin!

I guess I wrote a poem today,
Despite my busy life.
A bit of wit is always respite
From my daily strife.
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Don't forget: tomorrow's Poem in Your Pocket Day! Carry one/some of your favorite poem(s) in your pocket!