"Mighty" Mike McGee's Electronic Place of Himself.
Typings of a well-traveled, talky, funny, hobo-poet.
Because I can never commit to any sort of writing assignment in the alloted time specified, I never sign up to do a 30/30. It was until last year that I realized what NaPoWriMO even stood for. Maybe I’ll throw my fingers into the fray next year, but until then, peeps will just have to gaze upon this delicious submission from yours truly.
MIKE MCGEE’S LAST MINUTE NAPOWRIMO 30/3/1 (30 POEMS/3 WORDS/1 DAY)
ONE
Food chews me.
TWO
I farted twice.
THREE
Heart trembles. Stay.
FOUR
We are easier.
FIVE
Goodbye, perfect match.
SIX
Not so lonely.
SEVEN
You choose me.
EIGHT
I fear mayonnaise.
NINE
Lipstick, my collar.
TEN
Bad handjob day?
ELEVEN
Ice cream alone.
TWELVE
Ogling your curves.
THIRTEEN
I owe many.
FOURTEEN
Mirror says, “Hi.”
FIFTEEN
Habit beats diet.
SIXTEEN
You farted thrice.
SEVENTEEN
Thumbless high four.
EIGHTEEN
Vulva beer stein.
NINETEEN
Nice guy code.
TWENTY
One more wish.
TWENTY ONE
Porque no ham?
TWENTY TWO
More fat giraffes.
TWENTY THREE
Imagine my death.
TWENTY FOUR
Smile for others.
TWENTY FIVE
Steve. Steve? Dave!
TWENTY SIX
Such pleasant friendships.
TWENTY SEVEN
Filling burrito filling.
TWENTY EIGHT
Thank you, mom.
TWENTY NINE
Delightful, painful deliciousness.
THIRTY
And I’m done.
———
Word to the nerd.
This entry was written by , posted on 30 April, 2010 at 10:26 PM, filed under Personal Updates and tagged 3-word poems, 30 poems, mike mcgee, NaPoWriMo. Leave a comment or view the discussion at the permalink.
Because I can never commit to any sort of writing assignment in the alloted time specified, I never sign up to do a 30/30. It was until last year that I realized what NaPoWriMO even stood for. Maybe I’ll throw my fingers into the fray next year, but until then, peeps will just have to gaze upon this delicious submission from yours truly.
MIKE MCGEE’S LAST MINUTE NAPOWRIMO 30/3/1 (30 POEMS/3 WORDS/1 DAY)
ONE
Food chews me.
TWO
I farted twice.
THREE
Heart trembles. Stay.
FOUR
We are easier.
FIVE
Goodbye, perfect match.
SIX
Not so lonely.
SEVEN
You choose me.
EIGHT
I fear mayonnaise.
NINE
Lipstick, my collar.
TEN
Bad handjob day?
ELEVEN
Ice cream alone.
TWELVE
Ogling your curves.
THIRTEEN
I owe many.
FOURTEEN
Mirror says, “Hi.”
FIFTEEN
Habit beats diet.
SIXTEEN
You farted thrice.
SEVENTEEN
Thumbless high four.
EIGHTEEN
Vulva beer stein.
NINETEEN
Nice guy code.
TWENTY
One more wish.
TWENTY ONE
Porque no ham?
TWENTY TWO
More fat giraffes.
TWENTY THREE
Imagine my death.
TWENTY FOUR
Smile for others.
TWENTY FIVE
Steve. Steve? Dave!
TWENTY SIX
Such pleasant friendships.
TWENTY SEVEN
Filling burrito filling.
TWENTY EIGHT
Thank you, mom.
TWENTY NINE
Delightful, painful deliciousness.
THIRTY
And I’m done.
———
Word to the nerd.
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