holopopomo day 25: two hundred

So here we are.

Today’s Horribly Local Poor Poetry Month (HoLoPoPoMo) entry celebrates web...blah...log’s 200th post:

two hundred

Two hundred things can be a lot

Except, of course, when they are not

Two hundred cents is just two bucks

Two hundred drakes means lots of ducks

Two hundred crumbs won’t make a loaf

Two hundred I.Q., not an oaf

Two hundred seconds is but a flash

Two hundred hams makes quite a hash

Two hundred point is one huge font

Two hundred pounds is hardly gaunt

Two hundred years is history

Two hundred dollars, far from free

Two hundred beaus, oh you coquette

Two hundred pages, mere novelette

Two hundred miles, you’ve traveled far

Two hundred swings is over par

Two hundred hairs, you’re nearly bald

Two hundred texts, you’ve barely called

Two hundred nuts will fill a bowl

Two hundred calories in one roll

Two hundred dogs will pack the pound

Two hundred beans is one small mound

Two hundred posts from this mind of mine

Is just one plus one-ninety-nine

Two hundred things is quite a lot

Except, of course, when they are not

The end.

Yes indeed. Welcome to me.