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:
- 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. - The Length is five lines.
- A traditional limerick Rhymes. Stay traditional, like 100% whole wheat.
- 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.
- 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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©2022 Chel Owens
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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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😀 I won’t even mind if you go against the grain, here.
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What’s wrong wrong with a challenge now and again
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There’s challenging and wayyyy too challenging…
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Ah, c’mon, Obbverse. Take the challenge with a grain of salt.
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A bitter salt it is…
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Eh.
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I hope I have time to do this one Chelsea
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I haven’t even had time to venture out and read others’ posts this week (as you’ve seen)! Do what you can; you’ve got two weeks this time ’round.
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Well that’s good news 🙂
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Terrible Limerick – Grain
There once was tiny wheat grain
all soaked in a wonderful rain.
He sprouted. Oh, dear!
Now he’s done it I fear.
He thanks God that he ain’t got a brain.
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(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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Ha!
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Ah, thanks Frank, you supplied a touch of the the ingredient I was lacking.
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Frank, I loved these! They were definite runners-up.
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Submitted via the form
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Hi, Ruth!! Thank you, and thanks for telling me!
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Ruth, I can’t find it in my e-mail. I’m very sorry.
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oh no!! what was topic? maybe I saved a copy.
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A limerick about grain.
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Stupid WordPress.
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it was a good one. 😩😬 that will teach me… always keep a backup copy
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I really am sorry! I don’t even have it in the Spam or Trash folders -not that I’ve ever had them go there before.
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I really like writing limericks. 🤓
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I do, too. Have you been by Esther Chilton’s blog?
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yes! I try to do the limerick each week. I don’t make a post – just type in comments and then sometimes post on Facebook. ☺️
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Oh good! I’m the same although I don’t catch it every week.
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SOBRIETY
My distaste for barley & rye
is why I hate blueberry pie
Dad offered a sip
But, I took more of a nip
then barfed blueberry pie in his eye
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I limp because I am in pain
I am sensitive. Let me explain.
It all has to do
With a lump in my shoe
It is sand. But only one grain.
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Whoops … another rushed (and botched) job. Should have read ‘I’m in pain’.
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I’ll edit when I post. No worries!
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Obbverse, this is a very clever poem. I simply could not name it as ‘terrible.’
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Quite so. Obverse’s poem may not have been terrible, but mine was!
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Not so. You were both too clever…
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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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Very clever and a bit terrible, Obbverse. 🙂
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A whole two weeks and I’m ready to go on day one. That’s a first!!!
RATastrophe
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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Your can always submit more than one poem! 😉
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Brave Little Train
There once was a brave little train
Filled to the the brim with some grain
It jumped off the tracks
And sat in the rain
The grain has now all turned to hay
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This was a very close second, I. It’s a great, terrible poem!
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Thanks!
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I’m not surprised that Dumbestblogger picked something fun like a limerick…
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I love limericks!
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limericks and haiku – my kind of poetry!
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