Writing novels, no,
But seventeen syllables...
That I can do.
If, like me, you can
Only write brief things right now,
Share your poems here.
Light comes too soon now
The day’s weight settles on me
Please just let me sleep.
Shhh. Don’t move. Not now.
He just went to sleep again.
If he wakes, you die.
As soon as you’re done,
Your sister wants boobie too.
I don’t need to pee!
I wrote those three, then
Though he got the meter wrong,
My husband wrote this:
The baby is almost done.
Then I will attack.
Naked never looked so good.
But seventeen syllables...
That I can do.
If, like me, you can
Only write brief things right now,
Share your poems here.
Light comes too soon now
The day’s weight settles on me
Please just let me sleep.
Shhh. Don’t move. Not now.
He just went to sleep again.
If he wakes, you die.
As soon as you’re done,
Your sister wants boobie too.
I don’t need to pee!
I wrote those three, then
Though he got the meter wrong,
My husband wrote this:
The baby is almost done.
Then I will attack.
Naked never looked so good.








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