Welcome, one and all, to the Weekly Terrible Poetry Contest, #29.
Some visitors may wonder, “What is terrible poetry?” Is it a good poem with a rotten subject? A potential masterpiece with a funny twist? Not really.
Way back at the beginning, I gave a basic outline. My aim is to capture the sort of every-line-rhyming poem one wrote in grade school, or a roses are red rip-off when first tormented by teenage love, or to fulfill a college assignment to create haiku based on syllables alone.
Got it? Here are the specifics for this week:
- The Topic is open! No, not a poem with the word “open,” but a masterpiece about any subject you feel inspired to expound upon.
- Just as the theme is whatever goes, the Length is also. I will warn entrants that the (sole) judge has about a 200-word attention span.
- Rhyming is also optional. Look at all the freedom you have!
- Above all, make it terrible! Make professional poets beat themselves over the head with their organic chai tea from recomposed cacao husks. Make English literature professors escape out their office windows and climb down their ivy leagues. Make your mother proud.
- …But keep things PG or cleaner if you can for the general audiences that read the blog.
- Also, please share the love. Tell your friends and followers. I think our regulars could use a bit of competition, and I always enjoy seeing new victims to the contest.
You have till 8:00 a.m. MST next Friday (June 14) to submit a poem.
If you want to be anonymous (for a week), use the form below.
Or, for a more social experience, include your poem or a link to it in the comments below that.
Frida Aguilar Estrada