Greetings! In case you’re lost, this is The Weekly Terrible Poetry Contest. We’ve been assailing the senses and assaulting the sensibilities since November of 2018. The management would like to apologize for today’s delay in posting a prompt. Her laptop computer met a most unfortunate fate at the other end of a bokken…
But, let’s not dwell on the past, or on the fact that the children now have no web camera with which to Zoom for schoolwork. Read some basics on bad poetry here. Next, read this week’s specifics:
- Let’s Topic on a humorous end to a useful object. Irony is encouraged.
- The Length is between 5 and 155 words.
- Rhyming is optional, but recommended.
- Make it terrible! Make me rue the day I ever started a contest based on bad poetry …until the next week’s prompt.
- Rating: PG or cleaner. You can do it.
You have till 8:00 a.m. MST next Friday (April 24 or 24 April, Bryntin) 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 let me know if your pingback and/or poem do not show up within a day.
Keep your hands in the car, his mother always warned.
But Tom just laughed, and waved his fingers;
Her advice, he always scorned.
Then, one day, in teenage-hood, he disobeyed too far:
In response to, Please don’t, Tom, he waved just one finger
And laughed, a Har har har.
But Fate or whatever in-charge-of-mothers-and-irony Saint
Must have watched and taken the wheel
‘Cause if Tom wanted, he cain’t
Wave mid-finger or hand
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