Alas, I find the night is almost done,
yet I've not typed a line — not even one.
Of hours in the day, there's not enough;
it's down, therefore, to subterfuge and bluff.
I'll make up something as I go along,
and after all, is that completely wrong?
For if I don't get something down tonight,
it's likely that I'll feel I've lost the fight.
So then tomorrow's posting will be missed,
and I'll be feeling more than slightly mad.
Oops, there I go, I've messed up all my rhyme—
If only I had just a bit more time!
The world won't be enhanced by these few words,
but hey, at least my stanzas come in thirds...
If silly verse does not your dreams fulfill,
I hope at least that you won't wish me ill.
For I don't think I ever will forget
this monumental, five minute charette.
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Author Notes
Today's word: charette (n.) a period of intense work or creative activity undertaken to meet a deadline.
My much-treasured Christmas present for 2017 is a book by Paul Anthony Jones: "The cabinet of linguistic curiosities". Each page contains a descriptive story about some obscure or archaic word. It occurred to me it would be a fun exercise to try and write, each day, a poem featuring the "word of the day" from the book.
Thanks for reading.
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