Welcome (welcome! welcome!) to the biweekly Terrible Poetry Contest!
Everyone starts out terrible; some poets never move on from there! This ‘contest’ is about embracing the bad, letting go of inhibitions, and poking fun of those stodgy writers who can’t see the farce for the poetries. I’ve typed up a map in case you’re still lost. For the rest of you, here are the specifics:
- Geoff Le Pard’s poem won last time‘s contest, so he’s set our Theme and Form:
Take the first line of a famous poem and then rewrite the rest as [the poet] see(s) fit. Bonus points if [you] use the original meter and rhyming scheme.
- I believe the Length is entirely up to you.
- Rhyme? If you feel inclined.
- Don’t take it from me. Take it from Maya Angelou, Edgar Allen Poe, Robert Frost, Emily Dickinson, Walt Whitman, John Keats, Sylvia Plath, William Blake, William Wordsworth, and the immortal Prostetnic Vogon Jeltz. Seriously; take it from them and make it terrible.
- Rating: PG or cleaner.
You have till 8:00 a.m. MDT on Thursday, May 19 to submit a poem.
Use the form below if you want to be anonymous for a week. It hasn’t gone through unless you see a message saying it has.
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 iteration’s topic and type of poem.
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