Birthday Rites

In New York City one fine night
they had a party that was “write.”
And I say “write” (the word play slight),
because a site gives writing might.

There was a bit of rain outside
but inside writers unified.
So in the fancy Hotel Ace
a birthday party was in place.

The StoryMaster greeted me
with fine lines of alacrity.
The StoryMistress with aplomb
dissuaded any trace of qualm.

The judges' table then I spied
with nine good faces dignified.
I felt elated, full of pride,
but had no cramping from inside.

I said to them, “I’m glad I came!”
and they reacted, grins aflame.
I’ve learned to trust, but all the same,
New Year, New Squirrel

Then they welcomed my wife Farrah;
this began with Shaara, The Gardener .
We tendered each and every hand,
Bianca , May the Waltz Be With You , Diane .

A big nor’easter wasn’t seen,
but we said hi to May The Machine Be With You .
“Yet rain shall not delay the dawn,”
said jay

  (It would be nice to cite them all
  so I could stay a judge shortfall.
  Maybe they flow fine on Tweeter,
  but two names transcend my meter.)

For anyone I missed I cede
kind words to you with all “write” speed.
I am not big on city zip,
but this was surely worth the trip.

I bid farewell and take my leave,
(Writing dot com I do believe.)
So Happy Birthday, words galore--
and Teargen wishes many more.


Author's Note:
  When this was first written in early September, the lines all rhymed. That's because the names of some of the people listed herein, were different. But the names change often, as many people do for their handle.  So, now, there are lines that don't rhyme at all and don't make much sense.  It would be very difficult too keep editing, so I just leave it stand as is. Thanks for reading. 

[Rhythm: 8]  (Lines: 40)
Writer’s Cramp; September 6, 2011