'Twas the day before Nano and all through the house
The piles of clothing lay strewn all about.
The dishes - none rinsed - lean, waiting to be cleaned.
My hope is to give them all one last shiny gleam.
For come the next morning, my time'll be taken
With plot and character and themes, not baking.
For the next 30 days, my ass will be planted
In front of my laptop, as I make myself candid.
The novel this time will be dear to my heart,
about a daughter I'd have had if I had played the part.
So to wrap up this abomination
Let me just say
It's Nano time once more
And I am once more excited to play.
(Jesus, good thing I'm not using my 50,000 words for poetry.)