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  • Awful Frank Sinatra Lyric

    Have you ever passed the corner of Forth and Grand?Where a little ball o' rhythm has a shoe-shine standPeople gather 'round and they clap their handsHe's a great big bundle o' joyHe pops the boogie woogie ragThe Chattanoogie shoe-shine boyHe charges you a nickel just to shine one shoeHe makes the oldest kind o' leather look like newYou feel as ...
    Posted to Bad Poetry Contest by jeffjeffbobeff on August 13, 2007

  • August

    August is here. Grasses are sere. Car seats burn rears. Civilization's veneer Cracks. O dear.
    Posted to Bad Poetry Contest by Arkansan on August 13, 2007

  • bad poetry entry: Liebestod

    Ecstasy, madness!-- Lust-salted slug Trailing its lacrimoso mucilage down shame-reddened cheek: Liebestod!
    Posted to Bad Poetry Contest by twangmonkey2 on August 13, 2007

  • there can never be too much

    bad poetry. i write down words.to make them rime.i do it almost every time. © badpoet
    Posted to Fraywatch by catnapping on August 12, 2007

  • Only when we see all the blind see

    Times change.I change,You change,We all change,For the sake of changing.Words, Emotions,Words explain the emotions.But do the emotions explain the words?Or the reason?Or the rhyme?Will we ever know?Will we never know?Only when we seeAll the blind see,Only when we hearAll the deaf hear,Only when we have feltAll the dead have felt.Times change.Does ...
    Posted to Bad Poetry Contest by thecityandthepillar on August 12, 2007

  • Dickinson on the Force

    Police Woman draw your gun Police Woman havin' fun? Police Woman Angie baby Police Woman don'tcha think maybe you got yo piece 'cause you police Pepper, Pepper who ya gonna uh-salt? (apologies to Langston Hughes)
    Posted to Bad Poetry Contest by kboper on August 12, 2007

  • American Standard

    Standing strong and shining before me you are humble, docile your white curves seem to speak to me but Iam deceived for the still waters of your soul cannot be rippled I long to know what lies beyond to explore the churning chanels of your being I give away my worst, my pain and you receive it without complaint and always return with your ...
    Posted to Bad Poetry Contest by Freddy Benstein on August 12, 2007

  • To Marla Hasselbach, My One True Love

    Your locks are beauty full of! Like a boiled bowl of, Golden ramen noodles! Of which I want to eat oodles! You are like a red red rose! Your beauty grows and grows! Without the help of miracle grow! But you are a miracle, that I know! You are better than a day in June! For in that balmy afternoon, The bright sun might burn my ...
    Posted to Bad Poetry Contest by bellerophon3 on August 11, 2007

  • HemOphelia, or, The Lady Rasputin

    HemOpheliaor, The Lady Rasputin Laertes: ''That drop of blood that's calm proclaims me bastard...''O my Ophelia - how thicklyyou thin the blood.No less thanHemOphelia,Ophelia-hime...But a cutand I shall loosesuch plasma on thy parquet. Then! How your shade falls- une nuage sanguinaire -on the lightly pebbledpleasaunce of mydry, distorted ...
    Posted to Bad Poetry Contest by Ossian on August 11, 2007

  • Poetry entry: Your Penis is My Happiness

    Your penis is my happiness When I'm with you, it's like you give my vagina the OPPOSITE of angina Your testicles are better than popsicles I wish I had your penis so I could give you the penis You. Give. Me.
    Posted to Bad Poetry Contest by jmjm on August 11, 2007
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