Hello all, and welcome to our prestigious contest. Most of the time, we’re searching for that little something that every single new poet does over and over, and with great feeling. This week, however, we’re mixing it up a bit.
- The Topic is a parody of a popular song on the theme of COVID-19. Yep, I’m asking for a Coronavirus song parody.
- For Length: No, I’m not expecting every verse and chorus, especially if you do “Bohemian Rhapsody.” A verse or two and a chorus ought to be great.
- If the song rhymes, you must rhyme.
- This issue is a bit close to home for many of us, so keep the terribleness funny. Please do not be insensitive or over-violent or such.
- Rating? PG or G. My kids will want to hear it.
You have till 8:00 a.m. MDT next Friday (April 17) to submit a poem. *!!ALSO!!* My husband has agreed to sing a recording of the winner’s song.
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Click That ‘A’ Now, One More Time
by Chelsea Owens
Oh, hubby, kiddies; why did you go make a hole
In something I just bought you?
Oh, baby, sonny; as mother, I should have known,
And now you’re out of undies.
Don’t show me
What ‘commando’ me-eans
Don’t tell me, ’cause I had a brother -oh, oh boy!
My spendthriftness is buggin’ me
To just spend less, I must achieve (must achieve).
When they’re all naked, I go online.
-If it ships on time-
Click that ‘A’ now, make it Prime!
©2020 Chelsea Owens