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.
Weather woes again
ReplyDeleteEffort 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.
Frickin'
ReplyDeleteEating
Burgers though I'm
Really
Unhappy
About
Rotundness but still
Yearning for Dominos.
Y is tough.
Whoa. That's awesome.
ReplyDeleteI bow to the Master.
I attempted to write an acrostic poem in response to your poetry post of awesomeness, however, I actually gave up before even trying.
ReplyDeleteI'm *that* lazy today.
Your poems=excellentness in action.
You're poet-licious.
Great poems,
ReplyDeleteReally funny and
Outrageous
U
N
D
H
O
G
D
A
Y
Doh. I gave up. I loved your poems!
Frickin'
ReplyDeleteSnow
Must
Shovel, then
Rest
Then
Out again
Must
Get kids
No Buses
Frickin'
Snow
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.
ReplyDeleteMy
ReplyDeleteOnly 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.
Um, I LOVE these comments. They're so... poetic.
ReplyDeleteExtra
ReplyDeleteZazzy!
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.
Welcomed
ReplyDeleteEngorged
Doughnuts (5!) at
Noon.
Endless
Stomachache.
Do
Again?
Yesss
Ssssugar high.
-Dalia
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.
ReplyDeleteI 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...)
ReplyDeleteWondering what can
ReplyDeleteEver 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.