The Whole Wide World

Tonight we enjoyed Stall-a-Palooza. From 8PM until 11PM, I cranked out poem after poem at my Bad Poetry stall. I barely looked up. It’s almost midnight now and I am spent. I’ll share more about Stall-a-Palooza soon, but now I must sleep.

For three hours she wrote

Poem after poem.

Good ones and bad ones.

Some silly, some somber

but all in good fun.

She isn’t a poet

and boy, doesn’t she know it.