I just thought that everyone – yes, dude, even you there hiding in the corner, acting like you’re not paying attention, you too – needed to know something about today. It’s apparently a very special day. What makes is special, you ask? Well, not only is it National Poetry Day (shut UP, poetry is too cool), it’s also National Taco Day.
Seriously? Poetry and tacos in the same day? That’s craziness! But, oh, my friends, oh! That’s. Not. All! It’s also National Vodka Day.
I’m just gonna let that sink in for a minute.
I know, right? Poetry. And Tacos. AND Vodka!
The only thing I can possibly think to add to that is: FTW!
In honor, then, of the serendipitously simultaneous confluence of National Poetry, Taco, and Vodka Days, clearly a limerick is required.
There once was a writer name Jay
who would gladly eat tacos all day
But tequila made him baaad
So vodka tonic’s what he had
And when he woke up he didn’t need to pray!
Now then, go forth and read or write some poetry and… what? Oh, fine. If you’re that worried about being called a sissy over it, go with something epic, like in the style of Beowulf or The Iliad. Nothing panzy about those. Where was I? Oh yeah, so make with the poetry while getting your taco and vodka on.
Sounds like a pretty cranked-up Thursday night, if you ask me.
On second thought, let’s pretend I didn’t just say that.
Pud’n
Puddintopia 
