The Terrible Poetry Contest

Welcome to the weekly Terrible Poetry Contest!

Read HERE to learn what terrible poetry means. It’s all there. Stop asking. And now that you’re a pro, here are this week’s specific instructions:

  1. Last week’s winner, Dumbestblogger, picked a limerick on the Theme of Grain. That’s right: a limerick about grain. Click here or here or here or here or here to see times we’ve done limericks. They’re one of my favorite forms and are fun!
    A limerick is five lines: AABBA, in anapestic meter.
  2. The Length is five lines.
  3. A traditional limerick Rhymes. Stay traditional, like 100% whole wheat.
  4. Make it terrible! I’m not certain how rotten grains can be, but have great faith in your ability regardless. If nothing else, we’ll be nourished by carbohydrates.
  5. Rating: PG-13 or cleaner. You do know what a limerick is, right?

You have till 8:00 a.m. MST IN TWO WEEKS: Thursday, March 3 to submit a poem. I have things this week, so we’re running the contest an extra week longer. Yay!

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

For a more social experience, include your poem or a link to it in the comments. Please alert me if your pingback or poem does not show up within a day.

The winner gains bragging rights, a badge, and the option to choose the next week’s topic and type of poem.


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48 thoughts on “The Terrible Poetry Contest

  1. Five limericky lines on grains? Good. For those with a bent for the humorous more familiar territory than pantoums or centos. I might even say more like grist to the mill. (Sorry.)

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  2. (Unfortunately, I came up with a second stanza.)

    The grain in the dirt in the pot
    praised God for the stuff that it’s got.
    “I won’t worry away
    on this cold wintry day.
    Bodda bee! Bodda hye! Bodda bot!”

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  3. Field Of Dreams.

    This new farmers lot was not a happy lot
    Till crop rotation helped fill in the plot,
    Come harvest, in a quiet green field
    A bounty of seeds’n’buds is revealed-
    So, wild oats adds little profit to the pot.

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  4. A whole two weeks and I’m ready to go on day one. That’s a first!!!


    Da bins damn full of dem rats;
    Dey filled it all up wid der shats.
    Gone ruined da grain,
    From hunger we ’ere slain,
    Me should’ve procured dem damn cats

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