Hi. This is the part where I say, “Hi,” and mention that this is our 63rd time around the terrible poetry track.
Here is where I give some directions. I still like our mishmash of sources contest, à la Ern Malley, for a way to create terribly as well. Really, the trick is to write like you’ve never been taught how to do poetry.
Here are the specifics for this week:
- Topic: Stockpiling against a worldwide disaster, in limerick form.
- Length: A limerick. They’re five lines: AABBA, in anapestic meter.
- Rhyming: Yes. In AABBA anapestic meter format.
- Make it terrible! Got it? Make it terrible!! The world’s ending, after all!
- Rating: PG-13. This is the perfect time to panic …poetically.
You have till 8:00 a.m. MST next Friday (March 20) 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. Please comment if your pingback link doesn’t show up within a day.
Now’s the perfect time for levity. Give it a whirl.
There once was a dino named Ptery
Who loved to eat tree stars and berries.
Then, out of the blue,
Ptery saw rocks that flew;
Now, Ptery is becoming an evolutionary.
I pass over to the experts this week as (crona virus aside)
my limerick ability is nill
So ‘ill get my fill
Of reading
What others
Leave behind.
Good luck and stay safe.
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😀 Limericks are fun for kicks. I could only try one in thinking about other disasters; COVID’s too close to home for me right now.
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Me too. X
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This stock piling is just ridiculous.. life will continue as before.. We can’t stay at home for that long a time.. 😉
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Oh, I can. 🙂 We’ll see how it goes.
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Ode to Bum Wipe
By Heather Dawn
While some are hoarding by the ton,
Others find no way to wipe their bum.
Trauma horrifying!
Dirty bottoms multiplying!
Someone please, help me find some!!
This was WAY to much fun. Also, if I win can I make an alias? There’s something deeply unsettling about signing my name to this poem 😂
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You can’t hide on the interweb, Heather 🙂
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Oh. I thought that was the purpose of social media…hiding behind a screen 😏
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Giggling…!
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Hilarious! 😂👌
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I say to embrace the terribleness! You did wonderfully!
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Hours before Armageddon
Down shopping aisles carefully treadin’
Just fillin’ my trolly
Promotin’ the folly
It’s not tears, it’s just fears that I’m spreadin’
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Exactly!
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Or ….
Apocalypse on the horizon
Those toilet rolls so tantalizin’
A prize for the greedy.
No regard for the needy
It is mad. Sad. But so unsurprisin’
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Your last line says it all. Love it.
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Yours are definitely poems of sober truth, Richmond!
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Living behind a wall of fear and old rusted survivalist supplies from an old fall-out shelter can only work for a while. The human spirit gets restless, and far worse, bored.
No Gettin’ Out The House.
We’re stuck in quarantine for a fortnight,
Our essential supplies are running light,
‘Nuff food and water ain’t our issue,
We failed to stock a pile of toilet tissue;
We’ve gone from sittin’ pretty to sittin’ tight.
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I laughed out loud at your last line! It’s perfect!
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Where would you stand on a two word submission. Maybe OH BUGGER or DEEP S***. Suspect I better add a few more words.
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😀 😀 There are more words than that in the dictionary.
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Gravity Falls
There once was a store by the lee
That was fully stocked for everyone’s needs.
It had boondaggles, hoozits and comic sans font;
It had everything a lad or lass could possibly want!
But alas, it had one failing short: no toliet paper, so I’ll use me shirt.
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Hope the shop has washing powder 😉
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One can hope.
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😀 😀 “Comic sans…” Oh, dear. I hope you’re not hoarding that!
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One must take precautions…
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End of the world.
“It is the end of the world”, someone chokes; there is a lull.
Stockpiling food for twenty years and toilet paper rolls,
But we’re all out—what do we do
Go out to Walmart, brawl with others like a zoo;
Then leave empty handed—outside, someone is selling them one hundred dollars per half roll!
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What a bargain! 😉😂
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I know, right? 😆
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😆🤣🤭
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Toilet paper touting! I’ve heard some people did that with the supplies they stockpiled!
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Yes, it’s absolute madness.
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Here we go into the dark side once more.
Wine not
The world is facing disaster
So stock up on tuna and pasta
Cache rolls for the loo
Store sanitising goo
And ensure your wine cellar’s vaster.
Paperless society
Go on, kiss everyone in sight
Before we all fall down to the blight
Forget all that tucker
And give us a pucker
But clench your other end real tight.
One flu over the cuckoo’s nest
There’s a man in DC called The Pres
He t-wee-ts, he pooh-poohs, and he says
It’s all something minor
Like everything from China
A few less old folk, who cares?
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Your “vaster” and “other end real tight” are great! Great poems!
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Oh, Divine Ms. O, you say the nicest things. 🙂
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Only online…
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Whoever could guess we would see
Fell days we could liken to these?
When we needed to go
But we found there was no
longer a supply of T.P.
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Hi, Jon! I tried to use toilet paper in my example limerick and nothing came to mind. Good job!
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my take posted on my blog
https://aprolificpotpourri.wordpress.com/2020/03/15/the-dilemma-weekly-terrible-poetry-contest/
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Stockpiling Against the Pandemic, a Limerick
They panicked the public with talk of the virus
The butcher was worried – his name was Cyrus
One night, when the store closed
He took all the bog rolls
Went home and confessed to a scroll of papyrus. A scroll of papyrus that he used as his journal and sometimes hid in the linen closet – on the top shelf under a bunch of pillow cases, unless he was keeping it under the bed, or in the garage; but then the police found it and he was arrested, went to court and got sent to jail… not for very long though (it was only toilet paper, after all)
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😀 That ending…
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Well, the idea was for “terrible”
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Exactly.
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This is a good prompt – I can’t resist! Mine will come out later this week, and I’m not leaving it here so you won’t have to spoil it.
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🙂 Looking forward to it!
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Hi Chelsea, my first attempt at your challenge!
https://butismileanyway.com/2020/03/15/the-weekly-terrible-poetry-contest-3-14-3-20-2020-coronaverses/
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Thanks, Ritu!!
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💜🙏🏽
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‘It’s a risk,’ said the serial hoarder,
‘And I might cause civil disorder,
Buy buying up Frosties,
And making you crossties,
So maybe I’ll stick to cornflakes.’
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Funny but kind of lost the rhyme on the last line. 😉
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I know Doug, I struggled to get it to fit!! Thanks for reading
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Some humble suggestions:
‘It’s a risk,’ said the serial hoarder,
‘And I might cause civil disorder,
By buying up Frosties,
And making you crossties,
But I’m sure it’ll suit my daughter.’
‘It’s a risk,’ said the serial hoarder,
‘And I might cause civil disorder,
By buying up Frosties,
And making you crossties,
So maybe I’ll stick to water.’
‘It’s a risk,’ said the serial hoarder,
‘And I might cause civil disorder,
By buying up Frosties,
And making you crossties,
I might upset Laura Norder.’
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C’mon, Doug. 😀 It may be that Geoff intentionally did not rhyme -you know, for terrible reasons. 😉
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Almost certainly 🙂
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PS – You are of course right, Ms O. It’s just that as soon as I hear that word ‘struggle’ I can’t help but try to help.
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Ha the man’s rollin’!
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Oh dear I think you have this one Geoffles 🤣😃
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Thanks Ellen…
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You’re most welcome.😂
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There we go:
I.
I thought this world crisis was a bit of a caper
and soon the long lines for goods would taper
but when I still go the store
there’s always so many more
So all I’ve got to eat now is stacks of loo paper
II.
Due to the virus Bill hoarded beans
as stacks of them were within his means
but after eating so many cans
his butt alone could power vans
and he had to frequently wash his jeans
Joanne Fisher
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Love this! A perfect embodiment of what is happening.
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Joanne yes, you done your duty
you got it a beauty
A prize in bag for you and aunt betty
With her secreted pack Of spaghetti.
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😁
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For all you terrible poets (and I say that with genuine affection for my similarly afflicted colleagues) a contribution in bush bard style from Australia. https://youtu.be/ia0bfWbOLjY
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There was a a wee lass from Madrass
Who needed paper to wipe up her ass.
She looked in a shop ran around the block
Finally settled on her grandpappies sock.
Boom boom.
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Boom boom, indeed! I’m glad you wrote one!
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Shelves stripped bare including the Gluten free
Load your boot with every single last frozen pea
You can keep your 10 year supply of toilet roll
Fill your trolley with all the Chicken casserole
But keep your pigging hands off my Yorkshire Tea
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