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The worst thing about a holiday weekend? Facing the week after it.

I feel like the entire blogosphere is letting out a heavy sigh. Then again, maybe that’s just ME.

So, I declare today is Two-Line Tuesday.

Yes, I’m making a call for two-line poems with a twist. The first line is the set up and is generally nice, the second line delivers a punch. Only other rule is the two lines have to rhyme.

Now last time, our theme was "Love Gone Wrong" and I delivered these V-Grrrl Classics:

Your eyes so sparkly, your hair so red

Is that the sun, shining through your head?

All day, all night you’re on my mind

Like the rectal itch burning my behind.

Today’s theme is "Weekends Gone Wrong." For example:

Friday arrived and I had a plan

Does a night with Ben and Jerry

Count as a one-night stand?

(Yeah, I know that’s three lines, but y’all didn’t expect me to sacrifice my art to the rules, did you?)

Holiday weekend—it sounded like bliss

Three days of housework and now I’m just pissed.

The salsa was hot, the beer was cold,

But the girls in bikini tops made me feel old.

Baby was darling, I kissed her sweet head

Moments later, she blew chunks in my bed.

Three day weekend—it promised to be fine

But quality time with the washing machine

Was not what I had in mind.

OK, y’all jump in and roll with it. Bust a rhyme. Tell me about your weekend—real or imagined.

May 29, 2007