At the end of every A-Z Challenge, there comes the reflection post. This is about reflecting reflectively upon the reflections of our experiences with the challenge…reflectively. And as we reflect back on those reflections, we also reflect upon the reflections that have occurred whilst reflecting upon those of which we have reflected.
Now in the best interest that this poem rhymes, (and I use the word ‘poem’ very VERY loosely) I have opted to use the American vernacular of Z (zee) rather than the British version (zed) to detail my A-Z experience.
Oh this task I have to say,
was like being held in Guantanamo bay.
I was held at gun point and couldn’t flee,
the challenge that was the A to Z.
OK that first verse was a lie,
there really is no alibi.
I was being nosey in wanting to see,
what others would write for the A to Z.
I thought aloud, “I can do this,
this really is a piece of piss.
How bloody hard could this thing be?
This challenge called the A to Z.”
Through letters A and B I went.
Could go no further, I was spent.
Reached only to the letter C,
then lamented the evil of A to Z.
I wrote some stuff about my Spawn,
and reflected on the crack of Dawn.
By now it was quite plain to see,
that I was pants at the A to Z.
The daily postings took their toll
I even discovered I had a boil.
It’s in a place no one can see,
because of this sodding A to Z.
Time management? A thing of the past,
as I tried to get my lazy arse,
to sit in front of the laptop screen,
to do this fecking A to Z.
The one thing that I liked the most,
was the funny comments upon my post.
Some queried my state of sanity,
in doing this challenge of A to Z.
The readers they were oh so funny,
and much more funnier than me.
So I vowed that after the A-Z,
that they would all in the most painful and gruesome way for showing me up on my own blog..*ahem*
I came across some brilliant blogs.
One even featured a talking dog.
Grew slightly green with jealousy,
at the writers of this A to Z.
This challenge begins next year again
But for now I cry a loud AMEN,
to seeing the back of the A to Z.
Will I do it again? Ah we shall see.
Actually, this was the most fun I had this year and the blogs and posts that I came across, where outstanding. Thank you to everyone who read, visited, followed and commented on my posts. It wouldn’t have been the same without any of you.
Special mention to Mr Rob Zillion Torbor, Ms Dominatrix Leonard Benrubi, Mistress Twisty Tales Cooper, Mr Dick Doesn’t Need A Crazy Name Because He Already Has One Dastardly and Ms Cunningly Creative Claudette for their support during my mini meltdown.