Wednesday, February 2, 2011

My Week In Acrostic Poetry

Many
Oreos
Needed.
Distressed
About faltering
Y membership.

Tragic
Unrest.
End of week
Seems so
Distant.
Alcohol?
Yes.

Woe!
End this
Despair.
Need a reason to soldier on.
Enter the
Szechuan Palace
Delivery man.
Ah,
Yes.

Today I
Hate.
Useless.
Restful weekend
So close and yet--
Denied.
And it's getting harder to think of words that start with
Y.

Fucking A.
Running out at lunch
In jeans to
Drink
A bottle of
Yellowtail.
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14 comments :

  1. Weather woes again
    Effort to do anything.
    Driving?
    No.
    Eschew all I have to do
    Suppose I should anyway.
    Do I stay home and do it?
    Affirmative.
    You stay safe and warm.

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  2. Frickin'
    Eating
    Burgers though I'm
    Really
    Unhappy
    About
    Rotundness but still
    Yearning for Dominos.

    Y is tough.

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  3. Whoa. That's awesome.
    I bow to the Master.

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  4. I attempted to write an acrostic poem in response to your poetry post of awesomeness, however, I actually gave up before even trying.
    I'm *that* lazy today.
    Your poems=excellentness in action.
    You're poet-licious.

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  5. Great poems,
    Really funny and
    Outrageous
    U
    N
    D
    H
    O
    G

    D
    A
    Y

    Doh. I gave up. I loved your poems!

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  6. Frickin'
    Snow
    Must
    Shovel, then
    Rest

    Then
    Out again
    Must
    Get kids
    No Buses

    Frickin'
    Snow

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  7. What can I say? I'm trapped inside with my three year old. I'm about to make some coffee and that bottle of BAileys in the fridge is screaming USE ME USE ME USE ME.

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  8. Anonymous4:01 PM

    My
    Only son
    Never
    Does
    Anything. Just
    Yawns.

    Teenagers are
    Useless.
    Every day
    Sucks. They
    Don't
    Appreciate
    Youth.

    Wow,
    Energy.
    Deafening
    Noise
    Each
    Snow
    Day.
    ADHD?
    Yes.

    Thank
    Heavens.
    Unusually
    Reasonable, if
    Scatterbrained son
    Devours breakfast, and
    Avoids
    Yelling.

    Full scale
    Resistance
    Is futile.
    Declare truce.
    Abandon principles.
    Yield.

    Sleep in.
    Avoid
    Teenagers
    Until
    Rested.
    Dogs
    Adorable in
    Yard.

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  9. Um, I LOVE these comments. They're so... poetic.

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  10. Extra
    Zazzy!
    Must keep reading
    Your blog.

    Love
    Interesting and
    Kick ass
    Entries
    Such as this.

    Totally
    Happy
    I ran across this
    Site.

    Bye for now
    Look forward to more
    Outstanding posts
    Good day.

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  11. Dalia A6:47 PM

    Welcomed
    Engorged
    Doughnuts (5!) at
    Noon.
    Endless
    Stomachache.
    Do
    Again?
    Yesss
    Ssssugar high.

    -Dalia

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  12. Very creative. I would work up the energy to come up with my own poetic description of the week, but I must get back to grading papers. Alas, alack.

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  13. I love this post and the comments! It completely made my day! I'll have to try this acrostic poetry! (That which I have never even heard of until now...)

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  14. Wondering what can
    Ever get us out of the
    Deafening cycle of
    Needing a weekend then wasting it.
    Everyone can stand to take a
    Step back and just write some
    Daggum poetry sometimes. Not
    All of life can be lived in
    Yesterdays.

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