It’s 11.23pm and I’m curled up ready for bed. Then I see a Facebook comment about NaPoWriMo. How could I forget? So close… Tomorrow I’m doing this poetry thing in the morning or I’m just going to have a month full of crappy little last-minute rhymes.
There once was a girl from the city,
Her hair is so curly and pretty,
She writes about sex,
And marries her ex,
He columns are always so witty.