Subject: BS: World's Worst Poetry From: Little Hawk Date: 12 Oct 04 - 07:54 PM The time has come for this, I think. Here's the first entry: To Lucida, On Seeing Thy Name Graven (by Rimshot) Oh, Lucida, when I chance to look Into the bottomless pit which is thine eyes I fell to swoon, my wits foorsook My hand to forehead prest, my bosom cries My bosom cries for love Oh, Lucida, could I tell the world What sweet and sensive secrets dost thou entrove Like Nelson's sails my soul would spring unfurled My heart would find its port and never rove And never rove my dove Oh, Lucida, but I cannot show For my condition do still I have most grave Thy heaving heart my touch shall never know For fate to me none of God's salve didst gave God's salve didst gave from 'bove |
Subject: RE: BS: World's Worst Poetry From: Amos Date: 12 Oct 04 - 08:05 PM Little Hawk: You are such a worthless slimeball shit-artist. What is this, another of your goddamned schemes to undermine whatever wisp of aesthetic sense has managed to survive the various crushing, Orc-like rampages of bad taste in the world? Join forces with a sea of evil, and by becoming, end it? Is that your scheme, Bunky? No, I know what it really is. It is protective camouflage!! You're afraid Americans will come to Canada in droves if the November elections turns bad. So you are engaging in a little reverse-salting, sprinkling the airwaves with small samples of desperate ugliness from Canafda in order to forestall the multitude of political refugees who will be discouraged and deflected by the belief that Canada has no sense of beauty whatsoever. Eh? Beauty, eh? Well, we know what you're up to, dude, so take off!! A |
Subject: RE: BS: World's Worst Poetry From: Bat Goddess Date: 12 Oct 04 - 08:17 PM THIS world's worst poetry? or are we talking VOGON poetry? (to the clueless, see "Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy.") Linn |
Subject: RE: BS: World's Worst Poetry From: Little Hawk Date: 12 Oct 04 - 08:29 PM That's a pretty compelling theory, Amos, but I think the above poem was written by an American...as far as I know. So take off, eh! You flippin' hoser! I shall respond with a poem freshly composed this very eve by mois in defence of the Great White North. Where Men of Iron Are Bold (by Little Hawk) All hail the Savage Northern Waste! Where Men of Iron are bold Where muskeg rules and snowdrift chaste Doth glister in the cold No man shall penetrate its vast Compelling mystery With vagrant sigh on shivered mast Like scarecrow dangleth he Yea in these vales, on icen trails The eskimo doth rule The bittern bites, there white on white Whereon the sled dog drools The wolfen howl its shiver sends The northern lights regale The wandering soul uneasy bends Upon the blustering trail And here and there some vague repose Emblazoned in the mass Attests to frozen, reddened nose Now still and hard as glass For none but bravest pass this way Upon these frozen fields And them now silent speak their lay As finally they yield Yes! Hail the Savage Northern Waste! Where Men of Iron are bold Where muskeg rules and snowdrift chaste Doth glister in the cold |
Subject: RE: BS: World's Worst Poetry From: Peace Date: 12 Oct 04 - 08:29 PM "You are such a worthless slimeball shit-artist." Hey, he is NOT worthless! |
Subject: RE: BS: World's Worst Poetry From: Peace Date: 12 Oct 04 - 08:30 PM I stuck up for you, Little Hawk. |
Subject: RE: BS: World's Worst Poetry From: Little Hawk Date: 12 Oct 04 - 08:38 PM Your check is in the mail, brucie. |
Subject: RE: BS: World's Worst Poetry From: Amos Date: 12 Oct 04 - 08:45 PM Little Hawk: As the Canadian who promoted this thread, you must take responsibility for this terrible downward trail you have started p[people on with your Vehement Pursuit of Mediocrity disguised in spandex spirituality with rhinestones of reverence glistening on the creases. It is a wicked course on which to steer those who have learned to trust you for tips on Truth and Beauty, and to give them instead an inside track to Death and Destruction. Think on it well, Little Hawk. A |
Subject: RE: BS: World's Worst Poetry From: Peace Date: 12 Oct 04 - 08:46 PM "With vagrant sigh on shivered mast Like scarecrow dangleth he" Yeah. Try THAT in 55 below zero. |
Subject: RE: BS: World's Worst Poetry From: Peace Date: 12 Oct 04 - 08:47 PM Hey, LH, did Amos say a good thing or a bad thing? |
Subject: RE: BS: World's Worst Poetry From: Little Hawk Date: 12 Oct 04 - 08:48 PM Gad! I'm beginning to think you're serious, Amos. |
Subject: RE: BS: World's Worst Poetry From: GUEST,peedeecee Date: 12 Oct 04 - 08:49 PM Brucie, I have a feeling that if your dangle isn't dangling at 55º below zero, that its stiffness is only from the cold. Sorry! |
Subject: RE: BS: World's Worst Poetry From: Peace Date: 12 Oct 04 - 08:51 PM My ex tell you that? |
Subject: RE: BS: World's Worst Poetry From: Little Hawk Date: 12 Oct 04 - 08:52 PM Are you suggesting I dump all further interest in: William Shatner, William McGonagall, Julia Moore, bad poetry, the WWF, squirrels, and...um...anything else come to mind? (Have we discussed the possibility that Shatner is a reincarnate of McGonagall yet?) |
Subject: RE: BS: World's Worst Poetry From: Little Hawk Date: 12 Oct 04 - 08:58 PM Look, "an inside track to Death and Destruction" is a bit more than I can manage. Talk to Bush and Cheney about that. I'm simply offering an inside track to artistic incompetence and unintentional humour in the field of the arts. How are we to know Truth and Beauty if we do not study their antitheses in order to draw comparisons? |
Subject: RE: BS: World's Worst Poetry From: Amos Date: 12 Oct 04 - 09:11 PM "Disguised in spandex spirituality with rhinestones of reverence glistening on the creases." is hardly the proposition of a serious mind -- more likely a disordered one. So I wouldn't worry too much... proceed with your spiritual snuff game, I am sure you can gather more and more followers as you invent new twists to pitch, such as the Reincarnation Of McGonagle variation. Get them excited about the cheesy, the cheap, the unconscionably tacky and the tasteless. Hurray for tastelessness!! It is SO cool! A |
Subject: RE: BS: World's Worst Poetry From: Little Hawk Date: 12 Oct 04 - 09:17 PM Behold the Raging Manticore (by Little Hawk) Behold the raging manticore, most terrible to see Upon a beach or beyond reach, ensconced in yonder tree He bristles like a ballyhoo, he hoots and scrapes and snores At passersby who shriek and shy and faint upon the floor His fur is coarse and matted, his eyes are small and mean His feet are brightly spatted, with colors red and green He does not read the paper, he does not stir his tea But roars aloud, affrighting crowds, from top of yonder tree No hunter dares pursue him, no politican either No birder dares to view him, or penitent mouth-breather He terrifies the migrant swan, her feathers twitch in haste As flying by, across the sky, she turns as white as paste Let's hope the raging manticore, his pleasures to pursue Comes down from yonder tree and leaves our harbours, says "Adieu!" Then all will rest more easily, to know that he has gone To distant lands such as Japan...or maybe Avalon |
Subject: RE: BS: World's Worst Poetry From: Little Hawk Date: 12 Oct 04 - 09:22 PM It's not easy to write truly good poetry. Not easy at all. Nor is it easy to write a truly good screenplay...and that explains what one is confronted with at the movie theatre most of the time, I suppose. |
Subject: RE: BS: World's Worst Poetry From: mack/misophist Date: 12 Oct 04 - 09:35 PM Now I understand why Robery W Service chose to retire to the Riviera. He heard about LH and was afraid he'd be blamed. |
Subject: RE: BS: World's Worst Poetry From: Little Hawk Date: 12 Oct 04 - 09:38 PM LOL! Thank you, thank you. I didn't know he had retired to the Riviera. He certainly had a flare for dramatic poetry. |
Subject: RE: BS: World's Worst Poetry From: Peace Date: 12 Oct 04 - 09:38 PM Writing good poetry's not easy, As Amos said, "It's cheesy." Making it mean So it reaches your keen Sense of scansion and the sleazy. |
Subject: RE: BS: World's Worst Poetry From: Peace Date: 12 Oct 04 - 09:39 PM No applause necessary. I'm a pote. I note. |
Subject: RE: BS: World's Worst Poetry From: Little Hawk Date: 12 Oct 04 - 09:44 PM A puissant pillock named Pyle Who was known to be venal and vile Once mounted a swine And at quick double-time Proceeded to pork it in style |
Subject: RE: BS: World's Worst Poetry From: Rapparee Date: 12 Oct 04 - 09:51 PM Oh Death, where is thy sting-a-ling-a-ling Or grave, thy victory? |
Subject: RE: BS: World's Worst Poetry From: Peace Date: 12 Oct 04 - 09:51 PM Not bad enough. IMO, it doesn't deserve to be on this thread. |
Subject: RE: BS: World's Worst Poetry From: Peace Date: 12 Oct 04 - 09:53 PM My post was for LH. IMO, yours, Rap, has a home here. |
Subject: RE: BS: World's Worst Poetry From: Little Hawk Date: 12 Oct 04 - 10:23 PM Yes, mine scans too well. Sorry about that. |
Subject: RE: BS: World's Worst Poetry From: Lighter Date: 12 Oct 04 - 10:40 PM I was instructed in high school that Robert Service and Edgar Guest were the "world's worst poets." On the other hand, Ronald Reagan's former physician appeared on TV a couple of months ago to say that the late President was a great poet [sic] too. He memorized "The Shooting of Dan McGrew." He dearly loved that poem. I remember we would...often discuss who was the greatest English poet, and I would argue for Kipling and he would argue for Service. He loved poetry. |
Subject: RE: BS: World's Worst Poetry From: Amos Date: 12 Oct 04 - 10:53 PM Manticore: a mythical monster having the head of man (with horns) and the body of a lion and the tail of a scorpion www.cogsci.princeton.edu/cgi-bin/webwn Little Hawk: Your piece on the unruly manticore was truly original and entertaining. As you can see there is a very fine line between the great and the ridiculous!! A |
Subject: RE: BS: World's Worst Poetry From: Peace Date: 12 Oct 04 - 10:54 PM Do you like Kipling? Don't know. I've never Kippled. |
Subject: RE: BS: World's Worst Poetry From: Little Hawk Date: 12 Oct 04 - 10:54 PM Service understood his audience. What he wrote may not have been poetry to please the art critic, but it certainly worked. |
Subject: RE: BS: World's Worst Poetry From: Amos Date: 13 Oct 04 - 12:09 AM You can sing of the Spanish Angels And the Death of Little Nell You can glamorize your Julia Moore, The Poetess from Hell! You can carp and whine and bitch and moan When McGonagle's raised again; But there's none will scar you to the bone As when Little Hawk holds the pen. This Canuck herbivore strange and meek With locks like a river of brown And a threaded tap into Heaven's seat Where the effluvia can drip down; He will tell you of actors with balding heads, Or sing of the Manticore; And the words that chill the strongest home-wife Are "Little Hawk's at the door!" So prepare to give over your hope for truth And your quest for Beauty yet! For the legions of Mediocre Hell Are what you are going to get; And ask not for wisdom, or insight fair, For the banal, the trite are your lot Succumb to the draw of the lowest and worse When Little Hawk calls the shot. Aloyisius Gawaine de la Benitié A Wind From the Old Island New York, 1907 |
Subject: RE: BS: World's Worst Poetry From: GUEST,Skipy Date: 13 Oct 04 - 07:38 AM Check if Shatners middle name is now "Topaz" Skipy |
Subject: RE: BS: World's Worst Poetry From: Rapparee Date: 13 Oct 04 - 09:36 AM Someone else wrote this. I found it. She's a tiger and a bunny, A rascal and a lout. In hiding when it's sunny, A cat who likes to pout. She's timid and she's sulky, A swaggering fluffy chump. She's trickier than Loki, Or else she's just a clump. Her hair is soft and silky Her eye is green and glows Her undercoat is milky She's got a terra-cotta nose. My friends think she's a treasure, But they're a bunch of fools; Since once she takes your measure, She sits on you, and drools. |
Subject: RE: BS: World's Worst Poetry From: Liz the Squeak Date: 13 Oct 04 - 10:00 AM Oh Rap, that's no way to talk about your lady friend..... I'm sure she doesn't drool that much! I wish I was a little bug, with whiskers on my tummy. I'd climb inside a honey pot and make my tummy gummy. Or, if you prefer... Oh frendled gruntbugly, thy micturations are to me.... LTS |
Subject: RE: BS: World's Worst Poetry From: Thomas the Rhymer Date: 13 Oct 04 - 10:46 AM A glomming in the nonsense glitter a holier than thou... His meaningless aggogling titter, behold his sacred cow With judgements flailing all aboot, detatched from heartfelt meaning The fun he makes, makes loving mute... behold! and languish leaning LH... Mediocrity is in the eye of the beholder... And IMHO... I think you are afraid of caring, because you've been hurt. I know I am... Still trying to be a truly caring indiviual, ttr |
Subject: RE: BS: World's Worst Poetry From: frogprince Date: 13 Oct 04 - 12:33 PM I think anyone who says Service was one of the world's worst poets is too much like an old acquaintance of mine who said no music was worthwhile except opera. I don't think Rapaire's last submission, the cat poem, is at all bad either. Anyone who thinks a poem can't be rough, rowdy fun, lead to a joke punchline, or be a little silly, if it is really expressive and decently written, just has their shirt stuffed a little too tight. |
Subject: RE: BS: World's Worst Poetry From: Amos Date: 13 Oct 04 - 12:39 PM Are you suggesting I dump all further interest in: William Shatner, William McGonagall, Julia Moore, bad poetry, the WWF, squirrels, and...um...anything else come to mind? Well, just that much, for now. I don't want you to trouble yourself. A |
Subject: RE: BS: World's Worst Poetry From: Little Hawk Date: 13 Oct 04 - 12:43 PM I think it's kind of cool that this thread has now attracted some really quite good poetry. Amos's contribution is, as usual, excellent. Rapaire's borrowed poem about the cat is also excellent. I have know cats who, once they liked you, would sit on you and drool. TTR - Sir, you are quite correct in your supposition. Embodied life is a hard and perilous journey at times. I find your poetry hard to understand, but I get a glimmer or two from it. |
Subject: RE: BS: World's Worst Poetry From: Chris Green Date: 13 Oct 04 - 12:48 PM This page is a must for anyone interested in truly rancid rhyming! |
Subject: RE: BS: World's Worst Poetry From: Rapparee Date: 13 Oct 04 - 03:31 PM Palinode by Ern Malley There are ribald interventions Like spurious seals upon A Chinese landscape-roll Or tangents to the rainbow. We have known these declensions, Have winked when Hyperion Was transmuted to a troll. We dubbed it a sideshow. Now we find, too late That these distractions were clues To a transposed version Of our too rigid state. It is an ancient forgotten ruse And a natural diversion. Wiser now, but dissident, I snap off your wrist Like a stalk that entangles And make my adieu. Remember, in any event, I was a haphazard amorist Caught on the unlikely angles Of an awkward arrangement. Weren't you? |
Subject: RE: BS: World's Worst Poetry From: Liz the Squeak Date: 13 Oct 04 - 06:04 PM The park pond sparkles, grey and white. In places it is mucky. It isn't really all that deep, Just halfway up the ducky. I particularly like the images this conjours up, a stretch of water, glittering in the light, yet, not an artificial or unlikely blue, but a composite of grey cloud and white sunlight, a slight hint of muddiness about it's fringe, the impression of weed undulating in the current, grasping and reaching in the waves. Then that bloody duck comes along and spoils it. LTS |
Subject: RE: BS: World's Worst Poetry From: Little Hawk Date: 13 Oct 04 - 06:36 PM Very good. Now I long to hear the rest of it. What further transpired with the ducky? |
Subject: RE: BS: World's Worst Poetry From: GUEST,heric Date: 13 Oct 04 - 08:12 PM This is a beautiful line about love: I'll treat you like milk, I'll do nothing but spoil you Look, I know you wanna chill wit a player But all you got to do is keep it real wit a player Just answer your phone whenever I call Cause I'm riding on chrome whenever I ball I like them short and tall but not too thick I just walk in the spot and take my pick I need a lady in the streets but a freak in the sheets That know how to cook cause [I] like to eat Spaghetti, shrimp and steak and I'll adore you I'll treat you like milk, I'll do nothing but spoil you I know your friends wanna holla cause I got them dollars Push the Maybach Monday, tuesday Impala I switch whips like kicks I'm a balla (I'm a balla) And if I get your phone number I'm a call ya (I'm a call ya) And we can meet up the next day and chill But I'm always on the road baby girl, that's how I live I got bills to pay, I got moves to make But when my plane touch down, pick me up at 8:00, don't be late We don't have to be in love (love) We can just be friends! I will be right there, beginning to the end! I can bring my girls (girls), you can bring your friends (friends) We can both have fun, don't want this stuff to end! They say love is pain and pain is love I know ya Momma mad cause you talk to a thug You think you know my type but you ain't got no clue About - what a [perjorative]like me do I like to stack my bread and flip my chips And I can change ya life if ya get wit Flip I take private jets to Vagas, man It's twenty bread each pick cause I'm major man We can cruise the world in a Bently Azure But don't worry, the chauffer open the door You couldn't ask for more cause we got it all (we got it all) Cause you my baby girl right?, right? We don't have to be in love (love) We don't have to be in love (love) Uhhhhhhh Yeeah Ohh, ohh, ohh, oh baby Lil' Flipper (Lil' Flipper) Ooh baby My girl Lea (my girl Lea) hit it L'il Flip |
Subject: RE: BS: World's Worst Poetry From: Amos Date: 13 Oct 04 - 08:39 PM Heric: You and LH have a lot in common, you should get on well. A |
Subject: RE: BS: World's Worst Poetry From: frogprince Date: 13 Oct 04 - 08:41 PM Did translating that to Russian and back help any? It - a beautiful line about love: I ðàññìîòðþ you am similar to milk, I shall make, only spoil you Sight, I know, that you want to cool wit the player But everything, that you have received to make - hold it real wit the player Only answer your phone every time when I call The reason on which I go on õðîìå every time when I ñâèâàþ in a ball I like their short and high, but not too thick I only go in a stain (place) and I take mine to choose I need in lady in streets, but the addict in sheets It knows how to prepare for the reason [which I] I like to eat Spaghetti, the shrimp and áèôøòåêñ and I shall adore you I ðàññìîòðþ you am similar to milk, I shall make, only spoil you I know, that your friends want to call to the reason, I have received their dollars Put forward (Push) Maybach Monday, on Tuesday Èìïàëà I switch whips is similar to kicks, I am balla (I - balla) And if I receive your telephone number, I - inquiry ya (I - inquiry ya) And we can meet next day and a cold But I am always on the road girl of the child, it - how I live I have forced accounts (bills) to pay, I have forced steps to do(make) But when my plane lands, selects me at 8:00, to not be late We should not be in love (love) We can be friends only! I shall be there and then, beginning up to the end! I can bring to my girls (girl), You can bring to your friends (friends) We can have both an entertainment, do not want, that this material has stopped! They speak, that love - a pain, and a pain - love I know ya Mum the mad reason, you speak with the bandit You think, that you know, that my type, but you no key is received Î - that [perjorative] it is similar to me do(make) I like to put(fold) my bread and to click my chips And I can change (to replace) ya a life if ya receive Click of wit I take private(individual) jet planes to Vagas, to the person (man) It - twenty bread, everyone chooses the reason I am the main person (man) We can cruise the world in Bently Blue But do not worry, æàðîâíÿ opens a door You could not ask about a lot of the reason, we have received it all (we have received all this) Will cause you my right of the girl of the child?, the right? We should not be in love (love) We should not be in love (love) Uhhhhhhh Yeeah Ohh, ohh, ohh, about the child Poured ' the Fin (Poured ' the Fin) Oh the child my girl Leja (my girl Leja) amazes it L'il Click |
Subject: RE: BS: World's Worst Poetry From: Little Hawk Date: 13 Oct 04 - 10:02 PM I don't think William McGonagall would have approved of that last one. |
Subject: RE: BS: World's Worst Poetry From: Rapparee Date: 13 Oct 04 - 10:22 PM I am certain that Julia Moore wouldn't have approved. |
Subject: RE: BS: World's Worst Poetry From: Amos Date: 14 Oct 04 - 01:21 AM Hell, I don't even approve, and I'm a flip-floppin' liberal wuss!! A |
Subject: RE: BS: World's Worst Poetry From: Big Al Whittle Date: 14 Oct 04 - 05:31 AM It seems to me Bob Dylan is getting a pretty easy ride off this thread. Lest we forget the masterpiece on the cover of Another Side. Pretentious moi? |
Subject: RE: BS: World's Worst Poetry From: Little Hawk Date: 14 Oct 04 - 08:58 AM Oh, go away. I am not going to waste my time being provoked by that. |
Subject: RE: BS: World's Worst Poetry From: Rapparee Date: 14 Oct 04 - 09:04 AM Did anyone hear that Bob Dylan and Bill Shatner were interrupted by a band of marauding squirrels while they were flagrante delicto with Penny Rutledge at a WWF match? |
Subject: RE: BS: World's Worst Poetry From: Rapparee Date: 14 Oct 04 - 09:06 AM That Scottish poet and Julia Moore teamed up to write a poem about it. It's under the pseudonym "Moore McGonagall". |
Subject: RE: BS: World's Worst Poetry From: Little Hawk Date: 14 Oct 04 - 09:07 AM That's a complex situation. I would be at a loss as to what to do about it. Best to just stay clear and let it resolve itself. Go in afterward and rescue any survivors. |
Subject: RE: BS: World's Worst Poetry From: Amos Date: 14 Oct 04 - 12:27 PM The clowns of time are laughing As the River Dee flows down And the water disappears beneath the soil While my love stands gently smiling On the colder side of town Knowing well that they are fighting about Oil. Far away from ancient Aberdeen Where the Queen can keep you safe And the wild dogs learn to hear the tempers boil She is waiting, she is waiting, While the freight trains all depart Heading for the front of a battle built on oil. When the Ugly One comes calling And the waters have dried up And your magic clock runs down into the soil. Will your own love still be calling? As the temperature starts falling, And the nightshades win the battle over oil. |
Subject: RE: BS: World's Worst Poetry From: Amos Date: 14 Oct 04 - 12:44 PM Boy, that has got to be the worst poem on this thread... A |
Subject: RE: BS: World's Worst Poetry From: Rapparee Date: 14 Oct 04 - 06:45 PM God bless Mommy -- I know that's right Wasn't it fun in the bath tonight? FILTH from AA Milne, poet of porn! |
Subject: RE: BS: World's Worst Poetry From: Little Hawk Date: 14 Oct 04 - 07:09 PM Hmm. Amos, I think that is on the verge of being a darned good song lyric if one slightly changes just a few of the words. I'm serious. I'd like to rewrite it and sing it, maybe. I like it. |
Subject: RE: BS: World's Worst Poetry From: Amos Date: 14 Oct 04 - 09:46 PM Little Hawk, split the royalties with me and you can do what you like with it!! LOL!! It does not surprise me that the worst poem I've written in twenty years should turn out to be commercially viable!! LOL! A |
Subject: RE: BS: World's Worst Poetry From: GUEST,heric Date: 15 Oct 04 - 06:30 PM Amos, my copy of Sailing Alone arrived today so I can use that to ease my mind out of this gutter poetry. |
Subject: RE: BS: World's Worst Poetry From: GUEST Date: 21 Apr 05 - 09:53 PM wow, this all sucks |
Subject: RE: BS: World's Worst Poetry From: 42 Date: 21 Apr 05 - 10:08 PM How about this gem from the woebegone pen of the Sweet Songstress of Saskatchewan? Oh calf, that gambolled by my door Who made me rich who now am poor, That licked my hand with milk bespread, Oh calf, calf, art dead, art dead? Oh calf, I sit and languish, calf, With somber face, I cannot laugh, Can I forget thy playful bunts? Oh calf, calf, that loved me once? With mildewed optics, deathlike, still, My nights are damp, my days are chill, I weep again with doleful sniff, Oh calf, calf, so dead, so stiff. -- Sarah Binks j |
Subject: RE: BS: World's Worst Poetry From: beardedbruce Date: 21 Apr 05 - 10:21 PM Another thing Canada has done! |
Subject: RE: BS: World's Worst Poetry From: Peace Date: 21 Apr 05 - 10:37 PM You are right about this one, BB. |
Subject: RE: BS: World's Worst Poetry From: Donuel Date: 22 Apr 05 - 06:31 AM This thread and a McGonigall link resulted in my being banned on 2 internet poetry sites... When I posted a McGonicall poem on each of the two sites, the excuberant and overflowing praise for the "poems" continued for weeks until I let the cat out of the bag. ( I told each site that the other had a McGonigall poem known for being the worst poetry on Earth.) My initial intent to show the ridiculous praise people make for schock was proved and rewarded. :) |
Subject: RE: BS: World's Worst Poetry From: beardedbruce Date: 22 Apr 05 - 06:38 AM Donuel, Thank you for the quotes around the term "poems". (*bg*) |
Subject: RE: BS: World's Worst Poetry From: Bunnahabhain Date: 22 Apr 05 - 06:44 AM How come MOAB hasn't got dragged into this thread? It has many efforts worthy of a place here.... |
Subject: RE: BS: World's Worst Poetry From: 42 Date: 22 Apr 05 - 07:21 AM I think it's the 'bunts' - 'once' pairing that makes the Binks poem one of the worst! although 'warrior' - 'bore ya" is a pretty laughable rhyme as well. (why does 'rhyme' not look correct this morning?) j |
Subject: RE: BS: World's Worst Poetry From: beardedbruce Date: 22 Apr 05 - 07:26 AM well, it is too warm here for "rime"... |
Subject: RE: BS: World's Worst Poetry From: 42 Date: 22 Apr 05 - 07:39 AM Not where I'm sitting it's not! -2 and sunny at the moment but heading for 4 and snow....and I have two outdoor gigs tomorrow...gotta love those maple syrup festivals! j |
Subject: RE: BS: World's Worst Poetry From: Donuel Date: 22 Apr 05 - 09:26 AM White bread and mayonaise and 'Public Relations' by E. Bernaise became food and bibles for ol' Joseph Goebbles so people would not have to think. Instinct and dirty desires fuel the sleazy TV fires of shocking abhorent naked titties while think tanks endlessly repeat their ditties the rotting corpses lose their stink. The Republican religious rivival has no Congressional rival as reported on FOX whats gored is our ox and the Nazis were rinky dink. |