Writing Pyjamas

Word Count: Something or t’other. Deleted Words I Swore I Wouldn’t Edit: 10,000

I don’t often do personal posts, but writing 2,000 words a day during NaNoWriMo necessitates desperate measures, sometimes. Having no time to research anything informative which might actually be useful for any data fans out there, I’ve been forced to drag this out of the uppermost (i.e., scum-flotational) part of my brain, where nobody should ever go.

Emotions laid bare, I have written you a poem. Please don’t ride roughshod over my feelings. This comes from the heart. I am not kidding.

O WRITING PYJAMAS

O Writing Pyjamas:
You are of the cat.
You keep me so toasty,
Whilst I type out this tat.

O Wondrous Pyjamas,
I bought you last Friday.
I wore you ’til Sunday, (ew)
You kept my brain tidy.

O Perfect Pyjamas
With your texture of fleece;
I’d been feeling quite ill,
‘Til with you, that all ceased

Oh, my Writing Pyjamas
I wish you could be
My office pyjamas,
‘Cause then I’d be free;

Bed-ready at work,
Never snappish. Nor weary.
When I fold you away,
I find I’m quite teary.

(If this doesn’t get me permanently banned from any and all online respectability, nothing will. I swear not all of my poetry is this bad. Some is, granted. But not all of it.)

…But I do love those goddamn pyjamas. Seriously. They’re like wearing your bed. Or a hug. Or a radiator. You could sleep standing up in them. C’mon, Winter. Gimme what you got. I’m ready, sucker!

PS. One of the suggested tags WordPress had for this post was “2011 Big East Women’s Basketball Tournament”. All together now: Pardon?!