I am not a poet. But I get a really good laugh out of bad poetry. And since I have a blog, and am blogging on said blog, I obviously have some time on my hands to make, oh… say… bad poetry?
1. My Life
My life is like a
s c a t t e r
of bones
laying about
as if
to remind me of
that time,
that time when
my brother
DEMOLISHED
some crappy thing I built
out of U n sT urD Y
materials.
2. Bad Poetry
I have something to say, for I am mad.
Who is to say that a poem is bad?
A poem is but a spout of happy or sad.
So if rhythm or meter I have not,
Is this prose that I’ve got?
“Maybe,” you say? Well, thanks a lot.
3. Ode to Legos and Fig Newtons
Oh sweet colorful box,
Ones, twos, threes, fours,
And the double-rows with your fatness,
What shall we build today?
You tell me, please,
For I have the
—PONY—Attention span
of a —SHINY— small gnat-like
flea-intelligent —HOT PANTS!—
…
Forgive me, I have forgotten why we were talking about fig newtons.
I’m suddenly craving Fig Newtons
That first one…though sad, makes me laugh thinking of brothers and their penchant towards destruction of things created by their sisters.