Twas the night before BlogHer

and all through my house

there was packing and cursing

thank God no mouse.


The flasks were filled in the kitchen with care

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


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!)