Then I tore them the questions up...
So there you have it. My OctPoWriMo day two assignment from myself is to write a character poem about someone you don't like written in the voice of an adoring fan.
I kind of stuck with my own suggestion but wow, it was harder than you would think.
So - here goes nothing.
Seventy Five Minutes on Tuesday
The way he micromanages takes the worry off my fragile shoulders.
His use of ethnic accents and voices of handicapped people is charming.
I don’t know why some people find it offensive...
He is generous and compliments me profusely each time we meet.
I don’t know why that one woman with the red hair told me to watch out,
“A wolf in sheep’s clothing is he.”
She just doesn’t understand the complexity he wears behind his classes
The inner creative spirit that roams through his book he needs to feed
and constantly, I mean constantly needs absolutely regular musing.
I am glad, grateful, thrilled he sought me out
To be Tuesday’s Muse.
I am the only Tuesday’s Muse.
This is something, isn’t it?
All day Tuesday, or all night Tuesday or Tuesday
From 6:30 to 7:45 he gives full attention
And affection to me and only me.
75 minutes are mine.
Of how many minutes a week?
My shoulders droop.
Not for the weak woman that is me.