The Weekly Terrible Poetry Contest: Anniversary Edition

Chel Owens

Greetings to all: newcomers, oldcomers, midcomers! Welcome to the Weekly Terrible Poetry Contest #52. For those familiar with math, this means we are at ONE YEAR of terrible poetry.

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For those still needing some direction on what terrible poetry is, I’ve written a basic outline here. Got it? Great! Let’s move on.

Here are the specifics for this week:

  1. Topic: Birth. Childbirth’s a bit high on my mind, or the birthday of this contest, or …go where the prompt takes you.
    For kicks, let’s also do a limerick.
  2. The traditional Length of a limerick is five lines: AABBA, in anapestic meter.
  3. Limericks totally Rhyme. See the line above this one for direction.
  4. Make it terrible! Seriously; that’s the point of the whole contest.
  5. Keep the Rating PG/PG-13ish (or cleaner).

You have till 8:00 a.m. MST next Friday (November 22) to submit a poem.

Use the form below if you want to be anonymous for a week.

If not, and for a more social experience, include your poem or a link to it in the comments. If you use pingbacks by including a link on your blog, leave a comment if that link doesn’t show up within a day.

Have fun!

 

 

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Nick Fewings

26 thoughts on “The Weekly Terrible Poetry Contest: Anniversary Edition”

  1. Birth

    When Bruce said he’d like to give birth
    It created considerable mirth.
    There’s no need to curse –
    Not a baby but verse
    Except when it came to creating a possible concluding line to his exquisite limerick he couldn’t think of anything of worth.

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  2. Is it possible to tell a PG rated limerick? Even R-rated would be difficult… Oh, well, I’ll give it a try… or two 😉

    Telling poems with mirth
    About how I came to this Earth
    To meet Chelsea’s rating
    I’ll skip what happens while dating
    And get to the part about birth

    Those dirty limericks, so bold
    Say where babies come from, I’m told
    With language so crude
    Some think it quite rude
    But without sex, there’d be no one to hold

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  11. My effort is not much about Birth but I did spell out BIRTH down the side though. It might be hard to believe but I did clean this poem up quite a bit….
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    Boris Johnson was asked how many kids he has fathered

    It wasn’t a surprise when the posh fart spectacularly dithered

    Rich entitled Eton Boy has had fingers in many pies

    Trouble is that people are starting to see through his web of lies

    He may well have the last laugh by making us all Brexit buggered

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