Spam on A Stick: The Animated Series

Poetic Diarrhea

NaNoWriMo is done 
Soon, another's begun 
Only, so those "in" cheer, 
It continues all year. 
For the whole, entire year.

Are there enough words here? 
Are all combinations clear? 
Will the stories be told 
Of all the heroes bold? 
Far from perfect, but bold?

The coffee's still warm and 
My cup held its form grand 
It's time for a refill 
There's words to be writ, still 
My fingers won't hold still

The prose is the master 
To not write, disaster 
For my latest outline 
The last in the design 
It's my grand design.

--I just wrote this as a response to someone else's poetic diarrhea on Lulu.com, so of course, I had to share it. *grin* Sorry...