We'll lash you up foul poem,
And bind you in three knots.
We'll twist you till your stars
Won't shine, and
Your roses start to rot.
We'll burrow out a tiny hole
And plant you in the clay.
We'll put a muzzle on
Your moans so
Your whimpers fade away.
The rhythm really fun to come out from mouth after reading this, what i know this is not the bad poem...not bad poem_Soul
Oh dear, poor poem - hope none of mine are that bad, but who knows....... Good one Scotty.
We can feel your abuse of the bad poem as we read. Poor thing; it ain't it's fault. Ahhhhhh! I admit! The blame goes to me! ! ! Woe and more woe...
Think about making I'll and we'll and pronoun agreement. Does muzzling moans produce whispers, or would whimpers be a better fit. Doc
Don't strangle and stifle it to death! Let it breathe, so that it might please someone! Very interesting! I have never sung the dirge of any poem! However bad it is, I see that it survives! !
haha, , , , i have got so many of them, , , would need your help... to burry them, , ,
SD, this is very funny and light. Reminds of the late, great Herbert Nehrlich's work (and trust me, that is a compliment; he was a master rhymer!) .
i KNEW this sounded familiar! who can remember all that has happened in the last three months? and i still like this....a lot. ya know, i used to write 'til for until, until i found that till is proper. your poem has 'till. i think that is a hybrid.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Two different notes! the first stanza is better and the second speaks about the universal drama! what a 'bad' poem!