Twas a night in November

to the rhythm of The Night Before Christmas

Twas the last day of November
And the net was so slow
 I was knitting and spinning
While waiting to load

Poem after poem
I was able to write
Tapping my fingers
While pulling up the site

Outside it was raining
Steady and hard
Making the air damp
While I make like a bard

The TV was blaring
In the next room
My brother was laughing
At some joke Leno just told

Mom was a knitting
For babies just born
Twin preemies for which
She knits up a storm

And back to the storm
My mind seemed to go
While writing and wishing
My waiting was done

Then finally the net
Pulled in the Cafe
Making me stop and put my knitting away
Man oh man what a LONG DAY

Author's Note

yes I've finally lost it lol

Reviews

[Laughing-Bear]

My Dearest Writing Friend,
Dam your Good! I like this better than the original. And I was introduced to a new word that made this poem pop like a drop of water on a hot skillet. Your word “bard” was so delightful, helped bring more depth to this fun creation. I posted the definition below in case another under the rock dweller like myself might need help as I did. My mind is already musing how can I use that word in a poem! This has to be in your top five I’ve so far read. May I down load it and read it at a party, I’d be sure to give all credit to you.

Blessing, Laughing-Bear

bard 1 |bärd|
noun archaic or poetic/literary
a poet, traditionally one reciting epics and associated with a particular oral tradition.
• ( the Bard or the Bard of Avon) Shakespeare.
DERIVATIVES
bardic |-dik| |ˈbɑrdɪk| adjective
ORIGIN Middle English : from Scottish Gaelic bàrd, Irish bard, Welsh bardd, of Celtic origin. In Scotland in the 16th cent. it was a derogatory term for an itinerant musician, but was later romanticized by Sir Walter Scott.
bard 2 |bɑrd| |bɑːd|
noun
a slice of bacon placed on meat or game before roasting.
verb [ trans. ]
cover (meat or game) with slices of bacon.
ORIGIN early 18th cent.: from French barde, a transferred sense of barde ‘armor for the breast and flanks of a warhorse,’ based on Arabic bar d a'a ‘saddlecloth, padded saddle.’

[Norma M Sutton]

Surely you can. I would be honored :) Thanks for all the kind words
Norma

[Cheryl J. Turner]

Delightful to glimpse a piece of your home life.

[Samuel Dickens]

I couldn't help but think how odd (and humorus) it was for a woman in the 21st century to be talking about "pulling up" an internet site while operating a spinning wheel. Oh, Norma--you're something else. A nice poem, and it really does read well.

[luciddreamer]

No, not lost it....wow...what a wonderful read :)
Peace
Robin

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

What a fun play on the classic poetic story... what a delight to read.

[Wondering Mind]

LOL..You've lost nothing...This was a fun read.

[Marie Harrison]

Oh this is so cute. I felt like I was in the room with you. I can feel you anxiety in this poem too. It's a fun poem. Lots of energy.