2015 Writober 14: Twinkle Not

My poetic response to the Mad Hatter's Poem:

Twinkle, twinkle, little bat! Shut up, shut up, cries the bat.

How I wonder what you're at! Your voice is dumb and so flat.

Up above the world you fly, If I choose to take to sky,

Like a tea-tray in the sky. It’s not for you that I fly.

Twinkle, twinkle, little bat! Not a light, I am a bat.

How I wonder what you're at! So what do you think of that?

~ Mad Hatter ~ Nin Nyx

2015 Writober 11: Sick

Gah! I'm sick... 

I missed a day of writober 

my brain is so mushy 

writing anything worthwhile 

is just not gonna happen. 

So this is what you get. 

You're welcome. 

Gotta get some tea and sleep 

so I can infect my patrons tomorrow. 

I'll be sure to say, 

"you're welcome", 

to them too. 

Sharing is Caring! 

Daily Drabble 17: Terrible Poetry is Terrible (And picture too!)

Livin’ in a dome

Our beaver home

We gnaw on the wood

At times misunderstood

We manipulate

And create

We have the greatest plan

We are the Beaver Clan

Watch us swim so deep

The truth is what we keep

We smell like vanilla

Not like a gorilla

We manipulate

And create

We have the greatest plan

We are the Beaver Clan

We needn’t any tools

We’re very rarely fools

We’re waterproof

It’s not a spoof

We manipulate

And create

We have the greatest plan

We are the Beaver Clan

We have the greatest plan

We are the Beaver Clan