Monday, August 23, 2010

Terribly bad, truly awful poem

It's Godawful Poetry Fortnight and this below is my contribution!

This poem wrote itself on the bus to work,

And then on the train back home.

It wrote itself while I was working hard

at something else.

This poem skipped breakfast and lunch,

It drank three cups of coffee with sugar,

Followed by a slice of terribly sweet cake.

And it wouldn’t stop at that.

This poem had a drink.

Or two. In fact, it might’ve mixed it all up.

Wine after beer, have no fear.

This poem has no respect

for sonnets, ballads and neat little rhymes.

Police arrested this poem for insulting a couple of haikus.

This poem is lost because it prefers losing.

This poem wants to learn old languages

and ignore emerging markets.

This poem has made no investments.

It doesn’t want your money,

Or your praise. This poem is so stupid.

It thinks it will survive in the real world.



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6 comments:

Anonymous said...

Incredible! God, you're good.

August 23, 2010 at 10:22 PM
Reportergirl said...

Many thanks Anonymous!

August 23, 2010 at 10:43 PM
bhavini said...

Hello Repotergirl,

It's my first time here, and I love this poem.

What I'm finding hard to do is writing truly bad poetry, the kind which actually stinks. On rottenness, I wouldn't mark this too highly because it flows so well. :) I hope you keep writing the whole fortnight, I'm eager to see how bad you get. :)

August 24, 2010 at 2:27 AM
Reportergirl said...

Hi Bhavini,

Thanks for stopping by. Guess I was being a little disingenuous with this one!

I think I have a few rotten stinkers coming up...stay tuned!

August 24, 2010 at 11:53 AM
Trisha Gupta said...

hello reportergirl, and congratulations on this poem, which is most definitely not godawful.

August 28, 2010 at 11:01 PM
reportergirl said...

Thanks Trisha!

September 11, 2010 at 6:30 PM

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