::taps microphone:: Announcing this week's poetry challenge

ColindaP

Announced via, duh, a poem illustrating the guidelines.

 

 

It seems to me that free verse is best

For getting things off of your chest.

So rant and rave and squawk and biitch

Complaining is this week?s poetry niche.

 

The theme is money (or the treatment-induced lack)

Or the time that you really wish you could get back.

?I could have spent my time and/or money on [this]?

Instead of being in the bathroom, with a stick on which to piss.

 

 

 

So there you have it. Write a free verse poem, rhyming or not, about what else you could be doing with your life if TTC and IF weren't consuming it right now. Go!

OCIrishBruin

You are so good at these ColindaP!  I'm super impressed.

jen629

It is not fair  and it is not funny

I keep peeing away all this money

If I could pee straight on the stick it would be fine

but it gets on my hand half of the time

 

johannaknip

My own private Island, A villa in Spain?

All the things I could do if TTC wasn't such a pain.

Creams for the vagina, juice for the ute,

Pee sticks and pro cream and prenatals to boot.

Blood tests and ultrasounds, my head is a mess.

We should have saved more ages ago, I must confess.

If I had a dollar for all the shittastic advice,

I'd buy a billion dollar yacht, you'd all get invites.

rabstbmom

jen629:

It is not fair  and it is not funny

I keep peeing away all this money

If I could pee straight on the stick it would be fine

but it gets on my hand half of the time

 

HAHAHAA!! OMG! You are too funny! That just made my day.

bbhalphen

Oh, the places I could go
The things that I would see
If my time and money were not all going
Directly to my RE.

 

I?d travel the world, getting drunk and frisky

Happy with mixed drinks or straight up whiskey
Maybe I?d get brave and see

What it?s like to engage in illegal activity

 

If I were a fertile ho
I could do all of this and more
And still pop out a healthy babe
All smug just like a slore.

 

But alas, I work my tail end off
To pay for treatments for my health,
And to the universe I say
You can go fvck yourself.

 ETA: Spelling Error

triple_sevens

An Ode to Passive-Aggressive Defensiveness.

A baby for me? No siree.

So I'm spending my savings at Bloomies

And Tory Burch. Sometimes Lululemon.

When I walk in, the salesgirls are in heaven.

 

What? It's not like I've anything better to do

With our money than waste it on patent-suede shoes.

I could save up for treatments or to purchase a kid

Or for pee sticks to show me my ute's still arid.

 

But if I can't give my husband that proud-daddy smile

I'll give him a stroke when the AmEx bill's a mile

Long. And I'll fill up my closet with clothes

That make me feel happy and--

 

Oh who am I kidding, I shop to stop the pain and then I outgrow the clothes because I eat too much. I HAVE A SHOPPING PROBLEM! I ADMIT IT!! Happy now? Happy? Yeah, I didn't think so.

LMichelleG

OMG - these are hilarious!! You ladies kill me!! I am sooo not good at poetry.

dondraandluis

Ok, this is my first time at being poetic so don't judge

All the time and money that I have spent

I could have came and went

To an island or Japan

Now I don't think I ever can

dondraandluis

Crap after reading the others, mine pales in comparison!

surfergirlkona

The future once was so bright

Dancing in the tropical moonlight

Envisioning an abundant life

Thinking I was a fertile wife

 

Doctor said my body is broken

Sent me off with a referral token

Anthem approves infertility inspection

Only to hit me with treatment rejection

 

The costs are quickly mounting

Dare we begin the counting?

Dreams of exotic lands abound

Abandoned with each ultrasound

Ashley858

This is my first poetic anything so please be gentle.

 

I spend my money on Pee Sticks and Cream.

I?m sure if DH knew the amount he would scream

Hoping a BFP is soon to be seen.

Oh world why are you so mean?

 

These other girls are whoring around

Hoping a period is soon to be found

They find that AF is undoubtedly late

Soon they will find a baby is their fate

 

They complain about m/s and constipation

When going clubbing in 9 months is their anticipation

They complain about a crying baby and poo

When hangin? in the walmart parking lot is what they wish to do

 

Oh poor little girl with your ute all fertile

I wish for me it were not such a hurtle

You still complain about crying and poo.

All I have to say is: FH, EFF You!!