Friday’s at Nan’s was simply just great,
As three more poets arrived at the gate.
Isabelle, Sy, and the “great Balladeer”
Sure enough were finally here.
Friday the gang was off on a ferry
To Martha’s Vineyard, oh it was merry.
I took the pictures, they wrote the poem
Of our meeting at Nan’s home.
That night we vegged from too much walking,
Or in my case, from too much talking?
We saw gingerbread houses and of course Gay head
But when we got home, brother we were all dead.
Saturday, I awoke with gills so green,
The greenest gills I think I’ve ever seen.
I arose to take part in a Cape Cod mystery search,
For a treasure chest hidden somewhere in the birch.
Nan and Kit poetically wrote each clue.
So off we scampered in parties of two.
The way they planned it, both teams won,
But watching Balladeer and Hoot wrestle was too much fun.
Inside for each scavenger was his or her little treasure,
It made catching the water balloon and freezing a pleasure!
A Passions mouse pad, journal, and goodies galore,
Tonight’s fire of laughter was now stoked for sure.
A clambake was planned, “Oh no”, said Kit,
“I won’t eat that lobster, it’s alive you twit!”
So she opted for chicken while others all dined
On mussels Hoot caught, with lobsters and wine.
While I to my bed, went perfectly green,
Soon awakened to see the best feast that I’ve seen.
“I think I will pass”, and I missed the live poetry reading,
Couldn’t listen to poetry while over a balcony heaving!
Sunday I awoke to hug Liz and say our goodbye,
How I’ll miss my friend, there was a tear in my eye.
Still kind of sick I went back to my bed,
Yup, 3,000 miles to play “sleepy head”!
All left for the lighthouse tour, and I opted to stay.
I wanted this darn bug to just go away.
When they came back I was in the land of the living,
So it’s thanks to God on this Sunday I’m giving.