The TV is black
The horses are running
Please bring me some food
- Dr. Heinz Doofenshmirtz, Doofenshmirtz Evil Incorporated
August 18, 2010 is "Bad Poety Day." According to Wellcat Holidays & Herbs , the creators of this day, the intention of "Bad Poetry Day" is to gather a group of old high school friends, "compose some really rotten verse, and send it to your old high school teacher."That sounds like a lot of fun. But, if you're like me and so far out of high school that you've lost track of your high school English teacher because he/she isn't on Facebook yet, then how about you dust off those awful -ly constructed (but clean!) poems you've been collecting in your notebooks and share them with us in the comment section below? Or, in the comment section under this post on our Facebook Page. (We are a family friendly site and no offensive submissions will be approved for publishing.)
Hey, maybe you're a poet but weren't aware of that fact, of it, being a poet...oh, nevermind.
I network a lot
ReplyDeleteIn season and out
Am trying to flout
The stats.
The stats make my life ... well
Harder to live
"In this economy"
None want to give
Me money.
But I hope for the best
I Visa the rest
Now that's what I need....
A snooze!
I'll, I'll
ReplyDeleteYes, I'll smile
Smile, smile
All the while
Unless somebody
Steps on my toes
Then...grrrr!
If you said, "Me!"
ReplyDeleteAnd I said,"Ow!"
would that make
the cat's meow?
If I cry "Woe!"
and you saw M,
would that make
a pretty poem?
~Laura R
reflection in a little lake
ReplyDeletefar too clear for goodness' sake!
i could only see my nose-
i got some protest from my toes.
may i tell you very quickly
ReplyDeletejust how much i do admire
your simple and effective
way
with
food?
from wiggle to squiggle
ReplyDeleteand back again
as quiggle a squiggle
as ever you can
you may niggle a squiggle
and tiggle a squiggle
but only the very siggleiest can!
There once was a man from Dancart,
ReplyDeleteWho ate beef with his sweetheart,
He suddenly burped,
He belched and he slurped,
And then he started to --- SNEEZE!
This holiday's a joke
ReplyDeleteAnd that's for sure
Cuz bad poetry is a poke
At those who can't actually write poetry but try because they think it makes them clever.
Roses are red
ReplyDeleteViolets are blue
They had so many children
They didn't know what to do.
The red ones were grumples
The blue ones were slurples
But the craziest ones
Where the ones that were purples.
I before e
ReplyDeleteExcept after c
Or in sounding as a
As in neigbor and way
Or in springtime
And Summer
And sometimes in May.
You'll always be wrong
no matter what you say.