The End

The end of the month is coming near
It is almost, almost, here
NaPoWriMo is coming to an end
It is like diverging with a faithful friend

So say goodbye, give one last wave
For all your secrets to it you gave
In the form of poems, emotionally true
Showing sadness or the story of a girl named Sue

But is there a need to worry?  Nay!
Even as April turns into May
For next year, your teacher might say:
"I want you to write a poem every day"
And most might groan, but those 
Who truly understand the value of poetry
Will secretly shout "Hurray!"

Happy NaPoWriMo, great job to everyone who wrote a poem every day!

Lies

Lies can ruin somebody's life
Lies can cause terrible strife
Lies can cause great pain and harm
Lies can cause great fear and alarm

Lies can kill those so close to you
Not just literally, but in other ways too
Lies can ruin friendships and spark great hate
Old friends hating you is a terrible fate

So don't lie; take the easy way out
It's a straightforward way to avoid others' doubt
Always telling the truth is the right thing to do
So you can have a clean conscience and be regarded as true

Rain, Rain, Go Away

Rain, rain, go away
You have ruined my happy day
You killed the sun's bright ray
And so, I must solemnly say:

Despite being so common in April and May
The rain, especially near the Chesapeake Bay
Makes the sky depressingly gray
It cancels fun stuff like outdoor ballet!

I wish I could make the rain pay
I wish I could cause it huge dismay
I wish I could kill it in a great display
Most people would think it was okay

But can I do this?  Nay!
And so, it will continue to ruin games of croquet
It prevents the writing of an outdoor essay
It requires the use of excessive hairspray

And so, we will continue to suffer from spray
Of cars in a hurry to go on their way
And sadly, we cannot fly away
To a rain free place like the town of Green Bay
Or maybe New Mexico, like Santa Fe
Internationally, there's the awesome Bombay

Rain is the downside of the USA
And while it is so easy to say:
"Rain, rain, go away"
It never seems to ever obey
Or even cause the slightest delay
But do not give up, don't be led astray
Eventually the clouds will pull away
And then, let the celebrations be gay*!
And so, let the masses shout "Hurray!"
And crowds will reply, "Yay!"

*Happy





Fog

Rolling in across the land
Over fields of dirt and sand
Pushed by a small, cool, breeze
The eeriness puts you not at ease

Flying in like solemn ghosts
Often prevalent around the coasts
A strange weather phenomenon
Now it's here, soon it's gone

Visibility drops, and you can't see
Yet the fog is the cool place to be
Wet inside, your clothes get soaked
Even those nearby are easily cloaked