I'm Reserving

I'm Reserving
Kristen Kay

It will take me some time,     
I promise I'll return.
I'll come with cheery ryhme.
Show no concern.
I'll be back with a story,
That will blow you away.
I'll write in a hurry.
I'll be done by the end the day.
I'll make solemn vow to you,
To get in touch with my muse.
I hope it doesn't make you blue.

For now I am merely reserving my spot, 
Though I thought this would be cute.
Trying to ryhme on the dot.
Maybe my poem will actually bare fruit.
When I start to write.
I'll be as fast I must.
I hope I do this right.
And I leave others in my dust.

I won't forgot to come back.   
What was I saying? 
I lost track.
Something about praying?
I hope this poem keeps you amused
And you giggle and laugh. 
My mind is very confused.
I think I see a giraffe.
Wait is this the story?
That I took a this place?
Nothing of fear or glory?
I wish I could see your face.

I got you Let's see The prompt 
"Parfois, insurrection c'est resurrection." -- Victor Hugo.
Oh that makes me want just stomp
How am I going to ryhme "Hugo"?
Let me think,  He wrote "Les Mis"
What was the about?
Courage, war, and few moments of bliss. 
Let me think,
While I keep writing
You know I need a drink.
And I'll keep rewriting.

I take up the pen     
And make a fluid ink stroke.
I really want to win.
Writer's bock; what a joke.
I challenge myself for thrill.
I'm going to do this right.
Though it makes me ill. 
So here is what I will write:

"A red rose is very pretty 
The brutish man;a pity.
Also there is the yellow daisy.
The small girl  was not lazy.
The tulips are orange and tall.
Very beautiful therm all.

Though war burned them all.
Not single one was pretty,
Burned and the least bit tall.
It was such a huge pity.
The young girl and not at all lazy.
She liked to be called Daisy
     
The young girl picked up a daisy, 
And was the horror, cried for them all.
They were all lying there so lazy
How this garden ever been pretty?
A dying man said, France is a pity
This task was quite tall.

The man himself was big and tall.
He frightened the girl, Daisy
Her garden and country were a pity.
This young girl could feel all,
His burning rage and she was pretty.
Healing men, gardens are not for the lazy

The man sat in the garden being lazy.
Daisy wanted her orange tulips tall
And her loving country,France pretty.
She sowed the seeds and planted a daisy
Soon she could see them all.
Daisy would not let her garden stay a pity.

Her pretty France stayed a pity,   
He was still quite slow and lazy.
And then came them all.
The red roses,and the tulips were tall.
Though there was one thing Daisy,
Could not make beautiful and pretty.
     
Tough it wasn't all a massive pity. 
The very pretty girl married the lazy
Soldier who was tall and she wore a daisy."
 
I'm done   
That was kinda hard.
I hope I won.
I think my mind is scarred.
I finish by marking my name
I finally put down my pen.
So , I hope you don't think this is lame.
And, I get the win!