Ode to Nanowrimo, A Braggart's Tune

Nov. 9, 2012

Ode to Nanowrimo,
     A Braggart's Tune

I took my ship a'sailin',
     A beauty, oh, she was!
But we made for
     an icy shore,
The port a frozen glow,
 She snapped her masts and jib sheets,
     She sank beneath the foam,
I lost my boat
     upon the floes
          of Nanowrimo.

Me mum
      she told me not to go,
           the word count was too high,
But I was brave,
      a foolish knave,
          she knew I'd lost my mind.
Her icy shores, her pearly shine,
     Her women all are fine,
So
I stole my father's fishing boat
     and took her to the brine.

We hit the water running,
      The words they flew and flew,
First past old two thousand
      then four thousand and forty two,
But I slammed the hull
     somewhere around
          six thousand,
              minus a few,
Lost Father's boat
     Upon the floes
           of Nanowrimo.

I may not have got far,
      but I'll claim my words the same!
I struggled though I lost the ship
      upon the roarin' mane,
Even though
     I numbered more
         than I
              can truthfully maintain!

Lost Father's boat
     upon the floes
            of Nanowrimo.
Lost Father's boat,
     a mile or more,
from Nanowrimo!