Posted: Nov 6, 07 9:32am
--NOW CLOSED-- (Comments still open, though.)
Everyone here's familiar with the Bulwer-Lytton contest, right?
Let's do the same thing, only with free verse.
(Insert SFX: Hand bell ringing vigorously)
Hear ye, hear ye! The First and Probably Last Annual Bad Free Verse Poetry Contest shall now commence! Send us your bad, your weak, your ridiculous and ill-conceived verse. Send us parodies. Send whatever you like, the only qualification is it must be wretched yet still amuse our readers
(SFX: Fade out bell)
I'll start:
Cool. Cold. White.
My buttocks cradled in icy hands
The chill fills my soul
Yet internal pressures build
She left the bathroom window
Open again last night
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You get the idea, yes?
COMMENT
