Twas the Last Night of NaBloPoMo
By SunbonnetSmart.com on November 30, 2012
Wow! Can it be? NaBloPoMo goes so slowly and yet, so fast.
"Create Blog Post" Haunted
Twas the last night of NaBloPoMo and all on the screen,
Fingers were typing. New copy was seen.
Been a long month, intellect daunted.
Every day, every hour, "Create Blog Post" haunted.
Day after day and night after night,
Thinking of topics, of Comments and slights.
Don't push too far. No vinegar. Use honey!
If content is good, we could maybe make money.
Chewing on pencils, then biting nails,
Writing and writing, some epic fails.
Don't want to miss a November day,
'Want to stay in the game. 'Stay in the play.
Hours click by in terror, the sand slowly falls.
Darkness consumes the workroom and halls.
The date will switch over, midnight is coming.
With morning, who will be in the running?
Finally it's done. I click on "Submit."
My brain is exhausted. I can no more sit.
I linger, savoring, the moment just spent.
Give Comments on BlogHer, making a dent.
I spring to my bed. E-blanket on two.
Snuggling in covers, sleep long overdue.
Tonight is the night, I'll never be sad.
I get it. It's mine! The NaBloPoMo Badge!
I get it. It's MINE!
Take THAT, NaBloPoMo. I love you BlogHers! :)