Introduction
This is my fifteenth year of taking the napowrimo/globalwrimo challenge of writing thirty poems in thirty days and publishing them on my Straight talking street talking sweet... bloggage.
So what will I write this year? Well right now, I have no clue, and very little idea of how I want to proceed. This of course could be a good thing, for some people, but having a little scaffolding to hold the structure up may well be a better plan.
I'm thinking that, perhaps I could add some pieces to my Plymouth collection which I actually started during napowrimo 2018, or maybe not. Anyway, they're for me to write and for you to read, although, I actually stopped soliciting comments on my blog several years ago.
LOVE PLYMOUTH
Pity the buses don't come on time
such a shame to have to wait and wait
and then to walk in the wind and rain
but I bet that you won't complain
Love Plymouth hate the hills
mad as Marsh Mills if that's a thing
maybe it is perhaps it ain't but
it has a good ring to it don't you think
31032023
Update:
ReplyDeleteLOVE PLYMOUTH
Pity that your bus
didn't come on time
it was such a shame
for you to have to wait
and then to walk for miles
in the wind and rain
and even though
you got really really wet
I bet you won't make a fuss
to Citybus yet
Love Plymouth
but hate the hills
they're as mad
as Marsh Mills
if that's a thing
maybe it is
perhaps it ain't
but it has a good
ring to it
don't you think
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