Horrible Poetry Thread...

[JSDileo]

This is the thread where we make bad poetry! I'll start:

The feet groweth,
As the heart taketh away.
The sun shines,
As the grass grows in your heart.

Beat THAT LGM!!:hehe:

[lao tzu]

Ode to a Grecian Spittoon

Noxious airs of flatulent raving
Put upon her mucous craving
Heaps of offal all outrageous
Spattering slime as if to stage us
On a gore wracked wyrd of pompous

Sweat begrimed the heathen chorus
Bows in infamy before us
Oblivious of how they wrack us
Flows the life of pagan Bacchus
On a gore wracked wyrd of pompous

Foul and malodorous the slurry

Overpowers the rancid curry
Steeped in phrenic bile the fiendish
Ghoul resides within the clean dish
On a gore wracked wyrd of pompous

[serapha]

Ode to a Grecian Spittoon

Noxious airs of flatulent raving
Put upon her mucous craving
Heaps of offal all outrageous
Spattering slime as if to stage us
On a gore wracked wyrd of pompous

Sweat begrimed the heathen chorus
Bows in infamy before us
Oblivious of how they wrack us
Flows the life of pagan Bacchus
On a gore wracked wyrd of pompous

Foul and malodorous the slurry

Overpowers the rancid curry
Steeped in phrenic bile the fiendish
Ghoul resides within the clean dish
On a gore wracked wyrd of pompous


:smile:


That's bad

[norwegen]

Ode to a Grecian Spittoon

Noxious airs of flatulent raving
Put upon her mucous craving
Heaps of offal all outrageous
Spattering slime as if to stage us
On a gore wracked wyrd of pompous

Sweat begrimed the heathen chorus
Bows in infamy before us
Oblivious of how they wrack us
Flows the life of pagan Bacchus
On a gore wracked wyrd of pompous

Foul and malodorous the slurry

Overpowers the rancid curry
Steeped in phrenic bile the fiendish
Ghoul resides within the clean dish
On a gore wracked wyrd of pompousSplendid! You're a poet and don't realize it.

Pearls for taoist.

[lao tzu]

:smile:


That's bad

Drats. I was so reaching for horrible. Guess my Vogon channeling still needs some work.

:eek:

[ashestoglory]

Drats. I was so reaching for horrible. Guess my Vogon channeling still needs some work.

:eek:
Actually, it was too amusing to be horrible! There should be no redeeming qualities in your work if you truly want it to be odoriferous. (Smiles are good, though! ~wink~)

[Mark_S]

Oh how I wish Walt Whitman
was taken out by a hitman

Hope did I for Joyce Kilmer's end to be
before she sat to write
a poem not quite so lovely as a tree

Edgar Allan Poe's stuff?
Nevermore is soon enough

sadly ee cummings met his fate
long before he learned to punctuate

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
I took the wrong one and got lost.
That's what I get for taking directions
from some idiot named Frost.

Ah but Dr Seuss. He is the man.
One fish, Two fish,
How I loved Sam I Am.
But this is the bad poetry thread
So here I'll stop
lest I continue
and quote Hop on Pop

[LGM]

There once was a man from Lake George,
Lame lim’ricks he famously forged…
So please don’t be dumb,
And choose him for Alum (http://www.theologyweb.com/campus/alumnus.php?)…
Or rhyme vomit he’ll surely disgorge!

[LGM]

This is the thread where we make bad poetry! I'll start:

The feet groweth,
As the heart taketh away.
The sun shines,
As the grass grows in your heart.

Beat THAT LGM!!:hehe:

No problemo....

A banal young bard; Di-le-o
Had a heart made of grass, don’t you know...
So he made this request;
‘Doc, please open my chest...
I need to get in there and mow!'