The NEW Weekly A Mused Poetry Contest 9/5 – 9/11/2020

Welcome to the our new poetry contest! Hilarity is our goal; funniness, laughable lines, hilarious rhymes -amusement!

Where once I told everyone to write terrible poetry, I now tell you to write terrible poetry with the intent to make us all laugh:

  1. The Topic is eccentrics. Collector, streaker, hermit, or superhero? I read about the British variety in Henry Hemming’s In Search of the English Eccentric and now I’m hooked!
  2. The Length will be a limerick. How else would you poem about eccentrics?? A limerick is five lines: AABBA, in anapestic meter.
  3. Rhyme? Naturally -unless that would run against your hero’s …idiom.
  4. Don’t worry too much about the details! Wake up at 2 a.m. from the strangest dream you’ve ever had, roll over to your notepad to write it down, then turn it in as poetry the next morning.
  5. Keep the Rating at PG or cleaner.You’re too clever to stoop to crass jibes for humor. I know it.

You have till 10:00 a.m. MST next Friday (September 11) to submit a poem.

Use the form below to stay anonymous for a week.

Otherwise, for a more social experience, include your poem or a link to it in the comments. Drop a comment if you try to link back, and it doesn’t show up within a day.

Have fun! I insist!



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35 thoughts on “The NEW Weekly A Mused Poetry Contest 9/5 – 9/11/2020

  1. at night across the rooftops ran a kid named Matt
    without a stitch of clothes on his person, he was also quite fat
    Perhaps it was the thrill
    of being caught by a girl
    Instead he was adored by a cat

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  2. A Paean To The Patron Of Poor Poetry.
    Now expired William Topaz McGonagall was our inspirations name,
    His well-intended worthless words Will was all too wont to proclaim,
    But Willy’s laboured literary constructions sat ill-fittingly,
    Serious tragedies becoming comedies, albeit unwittingly,
    Eternally re-nouned as the worlds poorest poet, to his undying shame.

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  3. Why not another about a great eccentric?
    Lug Nut.
    His Mum remained inanely chatty and cheerful
    Even as Vinnie grew quiet, depressed, then tearful,
    Vin had suffering in silence down to an fine art
    So Mrs Van Gogh found the the real crazy part
    Was when Vinnie cut her off only to give her an earful.

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  4. I am English and I am most certainly very eccentric
    I drive a car the shape of a teapot but don’t worry, it’s electric

    I have a fine collection of pink britches with matching bowler hats

    Let’s not forget I live underground with my cross dressing pampered cats
    And pray tell what’s wrong shopping in a musical codpiece when it’s authentic

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    1. I feel honored, Prestigious One, that you miss it, and agree that there is no good way to stay up. I’m thinking of keeping a spreadsheet of favorites and running down it when I catch a moment.

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