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Punt

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Day 10 of National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo) 

Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt (briefly) is to write a poem using alliteration and punning (“See if you can’t work in references to at least one word you have trouble spelling, and one that you’ve never quite been able to perfectly remember the meaning of”).

I can easily confuse perceptibly and perceptively. And if you ask spellcheck, there are a multitude of words I have trouble spelling. And so:

Punt

Proficiency at punnery
Jeu de mots complicity
Linguistical agility
Vocabulary perfidy

Your punster-dive proclivity
Performed with such alacrity
Perchance some jocularity
Be prized from life's inanity.

A punning pundit, plain to see;
Puns in your blood; puns right past me.
My eyes roll quite perceptively.
Please punderstand and humor me. 

My own jokes flutter languidly
While yours soar with impunity.
A painful incongruity,
A punishing reality.

I’ll end this perfunctorily,
Abrupt and unpunctiliously,
My pungent poem of jealousy.
My punctured ego needs reprieve.

Staying Focused

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It’s challenging when you have a one-track mind trying to switch between several trains of thought whilst going full steam. (Yes, I railroaded that sentence to be engineered for maximum punnage.)

With the improved weather, I’ve begun working on some landscaping projects in my back yard. I go outside and putter around during the cool mornings. Then when it gets too warm for yard work, I come indoors and putter around with my DIY home impairment projects.

In the back of my mind, though, perched between “do the dishes” and “give the pets their monthly flea prevention treatments,” is the niggling thought that I should write a post for this blog.

Should. Want to. Wish I could. Would if only… Will once I get the dishes done and the pets treated. Definitely will when I can stop and focus.

Ay, therein lies the rub (as Hamlet is misquoted to have said): focus.

Speaking of which (Hamlet being the “which” in this instance), it’s past my bedtime and so I must go “[t]o sleep perchance to dream.”  Maybe I will be better able to focus in the morning and then I can finish this post about —

um… what was I writing about? Trains? Putters? Shakespeare?

Oh, well. It’ll come to me. Right now I think I’d better conduct my caboose off to bed.

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