
I’d rather lose my home
than write a poem
And, you’ll never goad
me into writing an ode;
a limerick
makes me sick.
Want me to compose a ballad?
I’d rather have barbed wire in my salad.
As for the sonnet:
A pox onnet!
Potatoes and the Promise of More Potatoes
Funnier than a sharp stink in your eye…
I’d rather lose my home
than write a poem
And, you’ll never goad
me into writing an ode;
a limerick
makes me sick.
Want me to compose a ballad?
I’d rather have barbed wire in my salad.
As for the sonnet:
A pox onnet!
Seriously this is a contender for Chelsea’s worst poetry contest. You have to enter now Charles, there’s an onus on you now.
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I had my house sprayed for onuses last week. It’s probably a moth…
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😛
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Hey, I used to write poetry about hating writing poetry when I took a writing poetry class.
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Now you write poems about hating poetry class?
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Nope. I write poems about hating that I write so many effing poems, when I want to write something useful.
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When I write something useful, I’ll be able to give you some advice…
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Barbed wire is a sorely underrated salad addition. And it delivers so much more crunch than croutons…
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The taste is a little sharp, though…
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Use chunky blue cheese dressing. The barbs will spear the chunks and make it easier to swallow.
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You are giving this WAY more thought than I did…
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You have spoken for so many of us who also hate writing poetry. I denied it for so many years. I didn’t say anything for fear that people would judge me. But you have given me the courage to finally come out of the caesura.
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Good! Because some of us need to use the caesura after you’ve finished…
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I’ve heard that in parts of New York they still have pay ceasuras. Can you imagine if you really need to metrify but you don’t have any quarters?
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I say, render unto caesur what is caesurs…
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Dude! This is part of the reason FOR The Terrible Poetry Contest. You are missing your calling! We need more serious works like this in the mix!!
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Chelsea, the problem is that they come to me but I cannot control the topic or theme…
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Well, I can work with THAT.
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Okay… I’ll hold the next one back and let you know…
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There! I made a contest just for you! (and the others who enter.)
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I will try with all my might, Chelsea!
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This is how much I get poetry – I thought your poem was good.
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I think the problem is the doggerel-type rhymes… And, the lack of meter…
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And I’m like, “What the heck is meter? If it rhymes, that’s good. That’s a good poem if it rhymes…..” I follow a couple of blogs that are poetry based. And a lot don’t rhyme – so, you know, I’m kind of lost. I guess I am at the preschool level of poetry. I still like the rhymes of This Old Man or B-I-N-G-O.
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I’ve got a book of humorous verse. It’s got stuff from Lewis Carroll and Ogdan Nash. I used to read it to my boys when they were younger.
It all rhymed…
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Repressed poetry must be kept in suspension
The poet knows but throws these tantrums for attention
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Well played…
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😀 thanks.. but you have the talent my friend
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That all depends on who you ask…
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Well, you are in no danger of losing your home.
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Too late!
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That is sad but at least you tried.
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