Extreme Poetry: A Day Late

I didn't write poems yesterday,
it's true
But if you spent the night with Dojo
neither would you.

The prompt 3:33 AM from Storyqueen:

My eyes protest
it cannot be
the clock, it reads
3:33
my boy is breathing
so very loud
he would make
Darth Vader proud.


The prompt Yogurt from Whirlochre:

Once, in junior high
I forgot to bring a spoon
But yogurt needed eating
that lovely afternoon
Being smart and clever
I borrowed my drink's straw
and sucked that yogurt through it
into my awaiting maw.
It really was disgusting
and I'm sorry to say
that I still can't eat yogurt
to this very day.

And finally, Carrie Harris suggested the idea of being a midget in a land of giants:

I may not be able to reach
(despite trying with all my might)
the highest shelves in cupboards
But I'm more comfortable on flights
I never lack for leg room
I never hit my head
And I've yet to find my legs
dangling off the end of beds.

Sorry I don't have time for more, but I'm meeting the MoMos, my writing group, for lunch! Party. Hopefully someone else remembers a camera, because mine's in California.