WARNING LABEL – at 25 Days
This woman is the couplet she writes,
Sonnet she sings or acrostics activated
Weaver of words coming with a warning
Acrostic poems on her radar, she’ll never be remedied
Rondels arouse her irrationally
Nonets make her nervous and nickered, she has cutting edges
Inverted refrains, her change of heart, the warnings grow huge
Newsworthy warnings, twenty-five days’ worth
Gargantuan the warning; Gra Reformata a new form she found
The real warning: this woman doesn’t get out of bed until noon.
And on the 25th day, she blames poetry.
Benita Kape © 25/4.2018
And now for our daily prompt (optional, as always). Today, we challenge you to write a poem that takes the form of a warning label . . . for yourself! (Mine definitely includes the statement: “Do Not Feed More Than Four Cookies Per Hour.”