National Poetry Writing Month, day 7: Keep the Kettle Boiling, Empty Rope’s a Miss

A my name is Annie and I skip the light fandango with a nod to faroff Saturn as I ring around the Sun

B my name is Bradford and I hope to be a broker and behold the city’s vistas in a highrise luxy condo

C my name is Candice and I left my lazy lover for a brace of yapping Corgis and I feel just like a queen

D my name is Darkseid not Darth Vader who came after and I’m clumsy at this jumprope but absurdity is fun

E my name is Elmo and I act just like a baby but I’m looking for a publisher to do my autobio

F my name is Franny and I walked out of a novel so to turn my bleak dysfunction over to a Baptist choir

G my name is Gary and I turn in this assignment as I beat a hasty exit so as not to trip and f