DEAR VOCAL

Dear Vocal,

It's thirteen hours

before the deadline.

It's doubtful a win,

but it would be sublime.

Entering your challenges

with the greatest of hopes.

Afterward deflated and thought,

it was all a joke.

Trying again and again,

I hit the keystrokes.

Concluding, like a cartoon,

that's all folks.

My stories and poems

were ignored.

It sucked

that there wasn't a big WIN reward.

With each challenge,

hope was restored.

Sending me back

to the drawing board.

It's our second anniversary.

I didn't forget.

Was it your cruel hoax

to send a stale Baguette?

Mac and cheese

I didn't receive

Vocal you are such a tease.

Peanuts, no half pennies

for each read.

I can't even afford to eat at Denny's.

Is this going to be

my swan song?

We have to wait and see.

Where did I go wrong?

I asked of thee.

Now, I've come to an end.

It's time to flee

a ball game to attend.

You see.

Farewell.

Take care of yourself and others.

Best wishes,

Babs, a Vocal creator