It’s Good Friday, everyone! By the way, why it this Friday “good” in English and a day of “sorrow” (Kar-freitag) in German?
Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt is to write a fourteener – a poem where every line has 14 syllables. And they are supposed to be iambic. I tried iambic pentameter once and hated it because I can never tell which part of a word is stressed. So I’ll ignore the word stresses for this poem. And no, it’s not about Easter. Sorry. (instead, I used this random word generator)
Mother told me to be strong, not to give in to my friends.
But if I would listen to her, what daughter would I be?
I want to run naked into the woods, yeah, scream and shout.
I want to take a bath in my jeans and make them fit tight.
I want to spend all my money on milkshakes and burgers,
And if my credit card don’t work, I run without paying.
You think I’m nice, you think I’m smart, but really I’m just me.
PS: My blog layout is probably not ideal for poetry…