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Camp NaNoWriMo Day 1: New Rules, A New Beginning

7/1/2019

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Colin Kohrs
Take 2!
Guess what! Camp NaNoWriMo happens twice a year! Crazy! So I'm doing it again, but this time I'm writing POETRY.

The rules I have given myself are as follows:

  • At least 20 lines a day
  • Quatrains of iambic tetrameter
  • All poetry must be handwritten before typing.

That's it. By the end of the month I hope to have an epic poem roughly the length of Christina Rosetti's "Goblin Market."

This is what I crapped out today. Enjoy:

​***

​There was a girl. Her name was May
She loved the night and loved the day.
She loved to go outside to play.
She loved a lot of things, that May.
 
Our story starts one summer’s day
A sweltering weekend day in May.
“It’s hot outside but I won’t stay
“Inside this boring house,” said May.
 
“I do not mind a little heat.
“I have so many friends to meet!
“So I will go outside to play
“And have the greatest time!” said May.
 
So out off to the park she went
Ready for a time well spent
But soon she found, to her dismay
That no one else had come to play.
 
She left the park and headed back
To home to grab a little snack
To raise her spirits just a bit,
But eating wasn’t doing it.
 
Her hunger left and she felt cool
But May just felt like such a fool
“So certain I was that there’d be
“Some of my friends to play with me!”
 
Said May, and so she cried a bit
And had a quiet little fit
Alerting then her mom and dad
Who came to see why May felt sad.
 
“Please tell us why you’re feeling said
“We wish to ease your heart” said Dad.
“We love you more than we can say,”
Said Mom. “We love you, little May.”
 
So May then stopped her quiet crying
Knowing that she wasn’t dying
Turned her face to Mom and Dad
And told them why her heart felt bad.
 
Both Mom and Dad pulled May in close
To hug the child they loved the most
And told her, “there’ll be other days
“With all your friends, and times to play”
 
May sniffled once and forced a grin
And wiped a teardrop off her chin
She told her parents she felt glad
But once they left, she still felt sad.
 
“I love my friends so much,” thought May.
“and they love me, and they love to play
“I shouldn’t grieve their choice to hide
“While I was out and they inside.”
 
“I love them lots and they love me
“and in the future I know we
“will talk and laugh and play all day.
“Today was fine. I’m fine.” Thought May.
 
And though she thought with all her mind
And knew her friends were very kind
Her heart still ached all through the day
And through the night. So sad, that May.

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