Bad Poetry Challenge

how about a poetic deconstruction of "more than a feeling" by boston?

This one's called "Going Cheep" I want to be a lovely bird and fly up in the big blue sky quite high like a big baloon perhaps or an aeroplane wooshing o-er roofs and o-er window-panes Flapping my wings fast high up in the clouds looking down at people and/or some crowds then flying back home to the little babys snug in the nest why can't people see we pigeons are very lovely and not a pest. Send any spare bread to www.pigeonflocker.org

congrats malc that is dreadful ...

The place where my heart once was has grown furry. My palate is deseased and green with retributive thoughts. Daisy, why did you cuff me? was it the geraniums, or just the way I spelt `Fanny`. I need the solace that the shed can afford. I will grieve as long as today is called Tuesday, Daisy, remember our vows, and your promise of a bright new `Metro`. I will langour on a dawn of crusty nomads, and dream of Daisy amongst the cuddly things mice adore.

I agree with monty. Plenty of the above readily available at a site near you! Coming soon........ bad story challenge. (winner to be published in creative writers monthly) Rules: 1. Each noun must be preceeded by at least 2 adjectives. (Mandatory). 2. A maximum of three characters to be involved; with full descriptions of their faces and clothing. 3. Pad the story with excruciatingly detailed descriptions of nearby, but irrelevant, scenery. 4. Some dialogue must be used and it should sound nothing like how people speak in real life. (blue rinses love this - they think they have learned something and speak to their neighbours in the same manner for a few days) 5. Take plot (if any) along well established journey before... 6. Inserting the all too predictable 'twist' at the end. 7. Sit back and hope you are chosen from the other 5 million people churning out the same old crap. Have fun folks!

you leave more than a feeling alone, it may not be much but it's all i have left of a, (sob), once,(sob), happy time in my sad sorry isignificant little existence. and yes i am the streetwriter who owns the rhythm of the streets the homeless newspaper.

dont get me wrong, more than a feeling is what prevents me from being altogether tortured.

Is there any need?

Returning to the earlier limerick thread, I was very tempted to post One day, Prince William of Orange ... As a prose writer, I must warn poets thinking of taking up this bad poetry challenge that the Worst Opening line thread made all those who enter feel that every line they ever wrote subsequently could be an entry for that thread - once you start deliberately trying to write badly it creeps into your brain.

ive had a go at this, i've just posted it. it's called "tenderness is a slow knife", in homage to the hamlet cigar phrase, and also the bowel wrenching teenage angst of various egroups ive been on :) it isnt all it seems tho, once i started i couldnt help but stick in the usual trademark pathos! im keeping it up for a few days, so some chappies can suggest how i can make the rhyme even duller!

oops, the link is: http://www.abctales.com/abcplex/viewABC.cgi?ABC=1612

Phew!! Thought for min there that was one of mine! nicely self effacing RW.

I wrote a limerick when I was seven, which was a pretty poor effort, although I thought it was hilarious at the time. There was a young lady from Dossing Who owned a large zebra crossing On the way to Dover She got run over So much for her zebra crossing Edward Lear has nothing to fear.

The trees in my garden are so made of wood, I'd climb them if I was taller, and mummy said that I could. I long for those days when the sun in the sky, is shining and smiling and cocking it's eye. I deplore irrigation on mossy sub- plots, but love regeneration of my garden alot. Come into my Garden, Linda and Sue, I'll show you my Lupins, if you show me yours too. Hi Dranger how are you, you plush garden flower, If I was your neighbour I'd charge by the hour! I'll say goodbye to my Garden and walk down a lane, where bushy green hedges are known to complain, Of people like me who are mad as a hatter, God Bless You! green foliage, it just doesn't matter.

Was Plopsy you, Ivy? I thought so! Wonderful effort - Patience Strong has a lot to fear! Twas the United Kingdom's Election Year in 2001 And Labour was intent to have the election won So Tony Blair with all his flair and with the lovely Cherie And Gordon Brown who doesn't seem to have any family Watched John Prescott busy fending off flying eggs. Jack Straw is Home Secretary, for a longer term he begs So don't disappoint him. Then there's Peter Mandelson What do we do with him? And Margaret Beckett, there's another one. Robin Cook has Foreign Affairs of that we are all aware But he burns easily in the sun due to his having red hair. Well, you did say BAD poetry!

plopsy def. not me ... (rather suspect it was marky YB in fact) ... i have heeded andrew pack's wise words and decided not to attempt writing any bad poetry ..... hahahahahah

someone is having a cracking jape at my expense i think. i checked the effort i made earlier, and it says 9 people have given it 5 stars. considering only 14 people had read it, i find that a bit suspect. is it so great that even i havent noticed, or do the good grades mean that it succeeds in its stated purpose?? yours confused, rick

The truly remarkable thing is it wasn't immediately Cherry Picked.