My cousin, Kay, wrote some poems she entered into the 2009 Bad Poetry Contest. I entered the contest also. Here is my bad poem.
Let Me Eat Cake
I pant
I moan
I cry
I groan.
No more cake.
Bad, bad snake.
You ate
You stuffed
You chewed
Enough.
Where's my piece
Selfish beast?
Plate licked?
Got sick?
Good. Good.
Happy me
Plumpy you.
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Saturday, May 9, 2009
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Rattlesnake Meat
A poem by Ogden Nash
A gourmet challenged me to eat
A tiny bit of rattlesnake meat,
Remarking, "Don't look horror-stricken,
You'll find it tastes a lot like chicken."
It did.
Now chicken I cannot eat
Because it tastes like rattlesnake meat.
The end.
A gourmet challenged me to eat
A tiny bit of rattlesnake meat,
Remarking, "Don't look horror-stricken,
You'll find it tastes a lot like chicken."
It did.
Now chicken I cannot eat
Because it tastes like rattlesnake meat.
The end.
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