So long, I bid a fond farewell

‘cause NaPoWriMo, it was hell.

30 days and 30 writes

stressed my muse for many nights.

 

Some were good and others awful,

rubbish rhyme, cliché, and waffle.

Now I’ve made the month-long streak,

I can rest at least a week.

 

Shout it out with real conviction,

poetry’s a strange addiction.

Still, I guess I made it here,

and maybe I’ll be back next year.