It's that time again. Time for Mama Kat's Thursday Writer's Workshop. I decided to be super brave this week and write a poem. Remember my sorry attempt at a haiku during my very first Writer's Workshop post? I'm won't lie to you. It sucked, and I promise this poem will be way, way better.
First, you need to understand that I'm not a poem kind of girl, and I wasn't sure if it would even be possible for me to actually pull this off. I've always loved writing, but poems are just not my forte. I suck at rhyming and all stuff that poems are made of. But, I like a good challenge, so I chose the prompt about writing a poem. These are the requirements:
I sat down and started writing a poem all about baby poop and baby barf and how I hadn't showered in 2 days, and I was pretty impressed with myself for the line that began with the letter F. The preceding lines had been about dealing with said poop and such, and it was high time for an expletive, so the line went like this: "Frick, frick-a-frack, cock-a-doodly-doo." I was too proud of that not to share it with you. Unfortunately, that little piece of genius didn't make the final cut because my poopy, barfy, non-showery poem sucked.
It just wasn't coming together. So, I deleted what I had, took a step back, and decided that I needed to write something that didn't have to do with being a mom or my newest obsession with the Duggars.
So, without further adieu, I present you with my poetic masterpiece...
All things that are chocolate,
Books that aren't true.
Daisies, but not
Headbands and rings.
I'm talking about all of my favorite things.
Jumpin' Jehosephat - that's fun to say!
Lollipops and steak
Norah Jones, but not
Pink stuff and juice.
Quite frankly I even like Dr. Suess.
Randy from Idol and
Try to hurt me and I'll spray you with mace.
Umbrellas in rainstorms and
Weddings, my family, and
Yard sales, and coupons - some sparkly bling.
Zeze are a few of my favorite things.