A Fine Time For Rhyme Time

A Poem, by Laura Spinella

Tic tock screams the study clock

A Yahoo glance says I’m on the spot

It’s my turn to chatter all front and center
But I'd do better to lend this blog to a renter

No reasonable excuse pops to my mind
I’m busy! I’m flu-ish! Let’s face it, I’m in a bind

What topic to tackle, that’s first on my list
Something funny or wistful with a mysterious twist

On occasion I think we’ve covered the gamut
Not one fresh thought makes me yell, “Damn it!”

Ellen and Karin they’re quick with a quip
They’d generate verses that would be a sure hit

I’m not feeling unique or even mildly reflective
Odd since this blog is the last from a 40’s perspective

Book banter is popular, something close to our hearts
But I’d rather you click here and drop one in your cart

Novel news leaves this author with naught to report
No worries, by next fall you’ll wish I was hoarse

   

Ideas are vague my thoughts a sad rhyming jumble
This blog link however should make each of us humble

A surprise  inbox request heightens my frazzle
They want a cover blurb by tomorrow—and make sure it dazzles

Poetic grammar is moot with no time to check
Looks like it’s ee cummings style with all due respect

So I’ll leave you my gal pals begging that comments be kind
Perhaps a blank date would have been wiser than rhyme

Laura Spinella is a bad poet and also the author of THE IT FACTOR, coming fall 2013, and the award winning novel, BEAUTIFUL DISASTER. Visit her site, where no poetry is posted, at lauraspinella.net