Of course, this day brings a new reason to post and poeticize profusely: on April 1st we begin National Poetry Month. No foolin.’
Throughout the next 30 days, I’ll be sharing some new light verse of my own and bringing you a few delicious little discoveries, including wonderful visual poems that meld words and rhythm with moving images.
Today’s post, a fitting end to the Limerick-A-Day challenge and a fabulous kickoff to National Poetry Month, features two verses by one of my favorite up-and-coming young writers: my daughter Ella.
I’ve now got a rich chocolate bunny, And to be quite honest, it’s funny: What I really want Is something to flaunt, And that something is some pocket money.
I’m kinda like this kid when it comes to Peeps. I’ve loved ’em since waaaaaayyyy back when they only came in yellow and only in the chick shape. And I love them to this day, when you can get them in the bunny shape and Halloween shapes and Christmas shapes and every color of the rainbow and even in chocolate-dipped and chocolate mousse-flavored versions.
I’m not alone in my Peep passion. The mini marshmallow marvels are more popular than ever in their 60th year of existence, and the company that hatches them, Just Born, is enjoying record profits. I know that there are some people whose enthusiasm for Peeps rests solely on their scientific value. I am also acutely aware that there exist certain weirdos who (shudder) DON’T LIKE PEEPS.
But I’m okay with that. Not everyone can share my undying affection for this über-sweet confection. As long as you refrain from denigrating them in my presence and from shooting them with a rifle, we’ll get along just fine. Even better, if you join me in professing an eternal love for them, I’ll consider you one of my dearest peeps.
I’ve a more sweet than bitter confession To reveal (there’s no point in suppression): I’ve a love that runs deep For most everything Peep – I guess you could call it obsession.
Indulgence I’ve often forsworn of them, Pledging not to partake in Peep porn and then Around will come Easter And this fevered feaster Finds that with sweet desire I’m Just Born again.
Only two days left in the Limerick-A-Day challenge I gave myself for this month (March Madness, indeed!), and I admit that I’ll be rather happy to see it end.
I did it to jump start my writing, and it certainly has worked and has inspired me. It also has brought me some new online friends and several new followers, which is nice. But now I’ve fallen behind in my housecleaning, my New York Times reading, my laundry, my TV watching, my dogwalking, and my sleep — to name just a few activities put off in favor of my poetic priorities. But hey, there’s got to be a limerick in that somewhere, right?
There once was a woman, Carlotta, Who hated to write when she oughta, Because deadlines are worst For us writers well-versed — But sometimes you do what you gotta.