Sorry for the delay, but I will hold you all in suspense no longer! After a close bet between three finalists, the winner is: Bruce Goodman.
Acrostic to an unnamed personage
I don’t really detest anyone much.
Look, I’m not happy with the unfashionable woollen fabric
Like what some people wear;
About as frumpy as possible I reckon.
Really, I guess that means a detestation,
You know, of some sort.
Congratulations, Bruce! You are once again the most terrible poet of the week!
As I mentioned, it was a close race at the end. The two others had some intentionally misused words and some rotten rhyming. Bruce ultimately won because of his overall terrible poem. It wants to sound like a poem; it makes us think it might possibly be poetic. Then, it leaves the mind hanging like a sandwich at lunch that may have had some not-quite-in-date mayonnaise.
I mention finalists but the others weren’t half bad, either. I eliminated most on minor technicalities like not being terrible enough or not really reading like a poem. You all know I have trouble picking a favorite child each week.
Read through the terribleness and see for yourself:
Very tyrannical are you, bald headed twit
Oh, look at your Death Eaters running away again, you idiot
Lost is Nagini, curled around your toes
Dementors would have nothing to suck out of your remaining soul.
Everyone knows you were a spoiled brat
Many a time you could have turned back.
Or did you not care?
Really, I don’t think you ever loved another in your life
Twould have been just another game for you to ruin and set fire to with strife.
Does she have to scream at every meeting?
I can’t handle it
Am I allowed to punch her?
No but I can get up and walk out
Scientia Pontentia Est
by Violet Lentz
Could I possibly implore you
Oh ye of little sense
Not to fall for every
Ploy, as you peruse the
Really, I’m not the only one that thinks, you
Are coming off half cocked
Claiming insider information
You most assuredly haven’t got
The ‘truths’ you’re privy to online
Have to be weighed with common sense
Evidently, in which you’re lacking-
Or you’d have thought of this yourself.
Really, I’m not judging-
I just absolutely believe, that when Sr. Francis Bacon
Said, “Scientia potentia est”- he knew
That knowledge can only be power, when your
Sources are correct.
M alevolent woman
A ppalling stink*
I nstigator-you name it
L iar (because she’s not always right)
N icotine addict*
To My Enemies
by Fresh Hell
May you never see light
Yearn for …light
Even I don’t like you
Now go away
Ease my workplace drama
Mind your own business
I think you
He looks like a dead opossum
Except with much less hair
Never won a duel in his life
Rotten butthole of a man
Youthful joy never became him
Corrupt bargains were his specialty
Lost more elections than Nader
Allied with gilded corruption
Your political party is dead
John C. Calhoun
Just a rotten son of a gun
Obsolete before he was born
Hair was an absolute mess
Nullification was the sword he fell on
Campaigned against himself
Carolina was his weapon
Attempted to dissolve the union
Lied about Adams and Monroe
How ’bout that Vice Presidency?
Oh, you did nothing?
Until you became a traitor?
Nullification was so stupid
Diarrhea complexion & smelly mouth. Why do you talk so much about so little?
Oafish lapdog smile, your man-boobs wiggle and you’re not funny so stop trying.
Nasty Muzak is more interesting than listening to you drone on and on and on…
Thank you for the laughs, the cleverness, and the horrible feeling in my gut. Perhaps the latter is indigestion and not at all related to the poems.
Tune in tomorrow for next week’s prompt!