Twas the night before BlogHer

and all through my house

there was packing and cursing

thank God no mouse.

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The flasks were filled in the kitchen with care

In hopes that Mr. Lady would sure want to share.

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The Kaiser was passed out all sprawled in HIS bed

While visions of shoe shopping danced in my head.

Scout on the computer and I on the floor

Declared that our luggage could hold no more …

(okay! now it’s your turn to add a line, or a stanza. You can be bitter if you want – this is a well rounded poem ripoff!)