Ode to the People of the Bad Poetry Contest
by
Goltotoo
08/15/2007, 2:39 PM #
Thee! Vile rhymester who, like a worm, doth into this Bad Poetry Contest creep,
Where your twisted, awkward verses tread on clomping, platform-shoe'd feet.
Thy bloated similes and metaphors lie there, like day-old roadkill on the street.
You slash and burn and sow with salt, the Elysian Fields of the sacred poetic Muse.
It would serve you right if you got trampled by a moose.
And thou, oh denizens of Slate, a child of Blackboard, the wise mentor of our youth!
How dare you debase this Wonder of the World, this Internets, with your contest so uncouth?
Are you MSM, do you not know that 7ru7h 15 b34u7y, 4nd b34u7y 7ru7h?
Poetry, like the Goodyear® blimp, should serve to raise up man.
For this ignoble contest, may the Furies curse you with an Inbox filled with spam!
