RatPoetry is still alive (unlike poor Niccolo)!

Okay, I got a friendly nudge from a fellow Rat Poet about my recent neglect of this blog. I am currently devoting my time to my paid vocation of grading crappy essays (if you are reading this, and you are a student of mine, I can assure you that *your* essay was marvelous). Here is the poetry dialogue that transpired:


"Monuments"
So, does RatPoetry stand now,
A silent tribute, a monument
To Niccolo's temporary brilliance?
Telling of the glories, both, which were
His life and death?
Or will you begin, in
Time honored fashion to move on,
To write of rodents new,
Of squirrels?

--Nicodemus (2009---original)

And my cheesy (but true) response:

"Next Week Will Hopefully Not Suck As Bad As This One"
RatPoetry is not dead.
It is much alive within my head
In fact, it caused me 'round a bend
Another car to 'most rear-end.
Thoughts of rodent poetry
Near killed me for eternity (or caused my insurance rates to go up)

Then there are the essays bad
that I must grade, that make me sad...
Squirrels are next; I must be cheerful,
Squirrels are happy; they are not tearful
So once I get my life ahead,
I will be blogging (and baking bread)

--Tracinator (2009---original)