WINNER of the Weekly Terrible Poetry Contest 5/1/2020

At long last, we long for the last winner of the Terrible Poetry Contest.

That winner is:

In the Can

by Trent McDonald

Parting is such sweet sorrow
I wished to keep you
Till the morrow
But I ate what you held
My hunger
Now is quelled
So you have no use
And I dare not set
You loose
For you’ll end up in a tree
Or worse yet
In the sea
You might kill a turtle or a fish
Or bird might think
You’re a tasty dish
I will mourn you gone, it’s true
I really, really
Really wanted to keep you
But the problem is, by far
I ate your innards
The candy bar
And since your fabric I tore
(My self-restraint went out the door)
I have no use for you
Any more

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Congratulations, Trent! You are the most terrible poet of the week!

I chose Trent’s poem after narrowing entries down to three or four that followed the prompt and made me cringe. After reading through those, his won for its awful reminders of the free-verse poems that just quite don’t make poetic sense.

Thank you for all the laments and well-wishes. You are lovely people and clever terrible poets.

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by Nitin

Oh Cap’n! My Cap’n
Must we say goodbye?
Just a year after we said hi?
Oh Cap’n! My Cap’n

This game gave me intellectual game
Makin me smart and stuff, ya know
But now, to whom shall my game I show
Things will never be the same

Good times we did share
Of laughs and more laughter
They made me merry and smarter
Friends did hug and care
But alas, ‘tis time to sit on the rafter
And say, “Oh Cap’n, ‘tis an end to chatter.”

*Sad violins play in the distance while the sky turns crimson, and motes of dust circle the bed. It’s lonely here on the rafter*

—–

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by Richmond Road

Maybe we’ll meet again some sunny day
Hey hey
You never know your luck
Till then
Goodbye
So long
I must mosey along

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Fare Thee Well 😭😭😭

by Heather Dawn

Oh the heartbreak that is inside my heart
A song of mourning as we part…
Mourning all the better things,
The things that life used to bring(s)…

Fare thee well!
My good memories of times meeting with friends and family and people, in groups larger than ten.
Fare thee well!

Also to soap and cleaners…
Oh how I smell!

Also farewell to buses, and haircuts and my favorite pair of pants which now fits far too snug. (Because of all the food I’ve eaten).

Fare thee well. To the hug. (Which I never loved in the first place, but now I think I could face)

Fare thee well to the world I once knew,
The one where we could find wipes by the loo,
Where shoppers could walk two by two,
Where kids could go to and from the zoo,
The one that didn’t feel quite as blue,
And I didn’t have to eat roadkill stew,
Or have to speak two meters away from you,
Wow lots of words to rhyme with “ooo”!!!

And fare thee well to a contest I never did win,
For poetry terribleness was not within,
But I give thee one last try,
Before I have to say good bye.
And on and on and on life goes
Ever changing, keeping me on my toes….

Fare thee well, to really bad poems.

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by Ian Kay

Tai Kwon Doo
Doobie-doobie-do
Bye TFWTPC
Deedle-deedle-dee
The fat lady sings
Fa-fa-fa-le-la-la-oomph!
Who brought an opera singer
to the martial arts?
do-do-do-dah-do
call an ambulance
(but nothing rhymes with ambulance)
well then call a dentist
(you’re not making this easy)
how about an MD?
tweedle-deedle-dee.

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Used Band-Aid

by Matt Snyder

that time i fell

scraped my knee

cut my finger deep

using that damn peeler

when i tripped on the edge of the pool

tore off my toenail

you were there

love you BAND-AID hate to see you go

the brown crusty blood remnants that covered up my woes

BAND-AID come in every size, even covered that boil on my thigh

love you BAND-AID for all you have done

sure beats that time i used some ABC gum

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A Canned Goodbye

by Tiredhamster

Sad shell of lesser metal,
you once had something vital,
an elixir envied by the sweetness
gods, tinged with carbonated bliss.
Orange-like flavors once wrapped my tongue,
but now, your delicious tune has been sung.
I sit here now, in silent dejection, with your tiny skeleton,
carved by emptiness, a misshapened tin.
Now, it is time, that I cast your being into a bin
where all things disappear. It should be a sin,
but you’ve lived-out your usefulness,
I can’t say the same for the rest.
I will always cherish this warm night,
but the hour is turning into light
where thirst thrives. Don’t fret,
your memory has placed a net
across my acidified canines,
where a corrosion opines
deeper than love’s design.

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The Last One!

by D. Wallace Peach

Farewell! Thou art too ripe for my whiffing,
And alas alas, thou can’t thyself sniffing,
The perfume of thy boudoir gives little easing;
When my love for thee is nose deceasing.
And of that odor, why am I deserving?
Your fair halitosis has left me unnerving,
And so my face turned away is breathing.
Tell me, how do I hold thee while wheezing
Thou gavest thy kiss with exhaling and blowing,
Oh me, my mistaking, I must be going;

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AN ODE TO THE ANODYNE MS. O

by Doug Jacquier

Bring a ring o’ poeters,

A pocket full of poseurs,

A tissue (of terribility) at issue

And we all fell down.

A bunch of us numpties, with almighty gall,

Us proletarian-lumpy had a great fail

All Chelsea’s exhortations to fracture our pens

Ended in the dumpster time and again.

But the fighter inside ‘er will eventually out

Back will come her brain and give the spiders

Gout from the sun-dried tomatoes that on her pizza reign,

And, Owen to her zeitgeist, she’ll re-rack us once again.

—–

The Last Gasp

by Jon

Whatever will I do?
Without a forum for,
Terrible verse that wells up
Within and must get out
’cause its too awful to keep

—–

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by Writerinretrospect

Alas, poor poems, I knew them well
Perhaps a few belonged in hell
Far too many made angels LOL
When people tried to be bad, and very short fell…

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AN ODE TO GIANT TURDS

by H.R.R. Gorman

Look how ye curl
Above the water’s surface
You big, sassy turd, source of my pride.

Rare is the whorl
Which rises enough to lance
Through soft, golden expanse, brave height.

But now, brown pearl,
I must take the flushing stance
And send you away, unforgotten but affright.

Thou doth swirl
In a porcelain water-dance
Amidst ribbons and twills of white.

Gone! Flushed, hurled!
My mind is blown, in a trance,
That I couldn’t share your largess and might.

The joy of my innards
When you escaped by chance
During a bowel movement after midnight!

I’ll never unfurl
Our secret toilet stance
That created you, the biggest turd of my life.

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The End of Something Great

by Susan Zutautas

Holy moly chicken man

All I want is a grand

I will be your friend for a long time

Until of course, I lose my mind

♥♥♥

Oh my goodness

Oh my gosh

I would love some mackintosh

As I’m as hungry as a bear

Look at my cute underwear

♥♥♥

There is a moose upon my roof

Trying to catch a silly goose

There’s a dog in the tree

He’s laughing, he’s full of glee

There’s a mouse chasing a cat

I’m going to get you, you dirty rat

♥♥♥

Look and you will find

All of those you have left behind

Dust bunnies under the chair

Mixed all in with the dog’s hair

You think I don’t care? Beware.

♥♥♥

You are a silly goat

I think you’ve lost my rope

I’m such a dope

I don’t know how to cope

Without my rope

Nope

♥♥♥

Before I go there’s one more thing

I really wish that I could sing

I for one will miss your contests

A weekly terrible but the best

It was fun

I wish that I’d been here when it begun

Is there anything we could do

So many of us are feeling blue

Please change your mind

and keep it going

If you do we’ll all be glowing

—–

An Ode to the Bald

by Kristian Fogarty

Oh, Woe is me, Alas and Alack
Oh how I wish I could have my hair back
Now my poor head is shiny and bald
My comb is redundant, my crown feels the cold
It’s the one thing for which I would pray, steal or beg,
If I could no longer be as bald as an egg.

—–

Through the Looking Glass, Revisited

by Tnkerr

Ever been too high?

no? Neither have I

I once took a header

through a rabbit hole though.

I met no queens, I met no hatters

nor albino bunnies, if that even matters.

At a long wooden table, all set for tea

was a dapper transvestite, looking at me.

He peered through specs, with really thick glass

in disbelief he glanced askance.

He, you see; was impeccably dressed

I on the other hand looked quite the mess

I didn’t smoke hookahs, saw no smiling cats,

but I saw something almost as int’resting as that.

At dawn there were birds and two fat boys;

with a friendly sensei.

who spoke at me – to my surprise;

taught me to use mushrooms, for controlling my size.

When I woke, I had a knot on my head

I felt horrible, wished I was dead

I recalled a walrus named Paul, a carpenter too

I remember the face of a singer named Grace.

Ever been too high?

no? Neither have I.

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A Farewell Cha cha

by Bruce Goodman

Chelsea says: Remember everything I taught cha
Even though it’s torture.
Cha cha cha.

She’ll tell you how to write a terrible poem
Even if you’re a gnome.
Cha cha cha.

We’ve had a lot of fun along the way,
With Chelsea giving her decision every Friday.
Cha cha cha.

Over the year I’ve tried to make every poem suck
But sometimes I find it well-nigh impossible to be dreadful. Like now.
Cha cha cha.

You made us dance our way in and dance out way out.
I don’t have a clue what this poem’s about?
Cha cha cha.

So thank you Chelsea, farewell to the terrible,
I’m doing my best to make this poem absolutely horrible.
Cha cha cha.
Cha cha cha.
Cha cha cha.
SPLAT!

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A Failure To Communicate

by Obbverse

All my giddy plans for more overseas travel
Have begun to chafe and fray and unravel,
It’s a quiet cruisy life here in the South Pacific
Where sometimes ‘quiet’ borders on the soporific.

When you’re stuck down in the Shaky Isles
A month of lonely lockdown has its trials,
Here, we’re so far from the madding crowd,
Here, straying from our bubble is not allowed.

Netflix only goes so far in breaking the tedium
And I’ve wearied of the always Right medium
So I tuned out news of the ever-present Covid,
Turned off the big screen and gone off the grid.

But then my trusty Hewlett-Packard packed up
And how quickly my un-spammed mail backed up,
Now its a lonely planet to be stuck in on my own
And I’m slowly losing friends thanks to a fading i-phone.

So I found it timely to clean out the e-mails-
Those casual offers to meet consenting females-
One-off deals guaranteed to double your income-
Offers to collect a share of a Nigerian’s Princely sum.

So I trawled my way manfully through my spam,
I deleted every charitable plea and cheap scam,
Finally the the excremental electronic dumping was done,
Then came my first message… would it be a welcome one?

Qantas called, said my frequent flier miles, set to expire
Could be honorably exchanged, should I so desire
For a once in a lifetime trip on a luxury cruise ship-
I deleted THAT with one indignant finger flip.

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Finally

by Bryntin

there are some things
that I’m not sad to see go
like mrs bryntin’s habit
of chewing tobacco

or that odd pair
of novelty slippers
gifted last christmas
(they’re in the shape of some kippers)

or that strange pen
with invisible ink
can’t see what I wrote
so no chance to rethink

got shot of that cat
some pet that wasn’t ours
shat in the borders
now pushing up flowers

goodbye excruciating couplets
deliberately lacking rhythm
and purposefully lacking
sophisticated symbolism

goodbye terrible poetry contest
a shame it won’t be there
but my best wishes go to chelsea
and the family in her care

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Oh, Boris

by Gary

Oh Boris isn’t it time you went away
Surely it’s time for another holiday
Its only a few months since your last Caribbean jolly
How you must miss drinking all that expensive bolly
Your country is deep in crisis and finds itself in such a terrible mess
So many mistakes and lapses of judgement, yet you find it impossible to confess

It’s always someone else’s fault and never your own
You haven’t managed this pandemic preferring to blame the Eurozone
You don’t listen to reason, facts are just ignored
But you do listen to Cummings, Britains very own evil Sith Lord
You only had one aim and that was hard Brexit
Your getting your way leaving us deep in the shit

Because of your privileged upbringing you are entitled to rule
You lead by example, bluffing and acting the fool
You like all the trappings which goes with being the top man
Sadly hard work and emergency meetings is not part of your plan
So for the good of your country please take your leave
Go back to your mansion, don’t worry we won’t grieve

So I long for the day when you pack your bags and wish No10 a fond farewell
Go back to your lovely life, do nothing and watch your bank account swell.

—–

Bye-bye

by Ruth Scribbles

Scratching and clawing
With nails of a macaw 🦜
Mama said–these nails must GO!
Toddler went running around to and fro
Screaming like a me–me was out
To get him good
His fingers would be maimed
Shorn in pieces
How would he protect himself
From the wild wild feme-ale
Mom caught him and dragged him
Into the bathroom and chained him
The house echoed with screams
As she engaged in the operation
Mama removed the offending weapons
Right into the toilet
Round and round they went
Goodbye whimpered the boy-let
My talons are gone!

—–

This is Ze End

by Peregrine Arc

A quiet stage, dark and dusty
Velvet backdrops, rusted tin cans
Buzzing of flies, folded gloves
Last week’s newspaper, all wrong.
And then a swine in hooves and a tux
meanders out to center stage and breathes in a huff:
“Ba-dee, ba-dee, That’s all, Folks!”

—–

The End

by Fishman

The Terrible Poetry Contest is done.
And now life has no fun.

No, I’m only joking,
although my voice is kind of choking.

And even though this news has left me feeling a little blue,
I’m a better Terrible Poet because of you.

I hope everything with you is OK,
and that you just need to step away.

Thank you, Chelsea Ann.
From, Michael Fishman

—–

 I will miss you..!

by acupofcoffeeandmylaptop

Yes, I will miss you
So badly..!
I still remember the day
I bought you, so rosy and pretty
It felt terrible to ruin your virginity
By brushing my yellow teeth..!
Your predecessors lasted just a month..
Yet, I had you for over four months..!
Till you looked as bald as an oldie..!
Though, I bought another
I kept you inside my brush holder
Was happy to watch you every morning and night
But nothing lasts forever
And it’s time for you to leave..!
As I found to my dismay,
My two year old grabbing and chewing you today.!
How dare he..!? You belongs to me only..!
With a heavy heart, am throwing you in the trash bin..
But am quite positive,
That your tooth brushy soul will find a way back..
Through the next brush, you will buy..!!

—–

Thank you all so very very very very very berry very much! Parting from bad poetry is such sweet, satisfying sorrow.

Come back ’round here tomorrow to see what the new weekly contest will be.

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Trent: Here’s a badge you can post as proof of your poetic mastery:

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©2020 The poets, and their respective poems.

 

31 thoughts on “WINNER of the Weekly Terrible Poetry Contest 5/1/2020

  1. Wow, what a(n) (dubious) honor, winning the last terrible poetry contest! i guess when it comes to being the worst, I was the best. Maybe: no offense to those giving offense out there, but I felt a few were worse, but if you pick my verse, I won’t cry in my beer… 😉 (OK, enough terribleness….)
    Looking forward to seeing what the next contest is about!

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  2. Reblogged this on Trent's World (the Blog) and commented:
    Some say I’m going for nothing, but I guess I’m good for something, for I won the very last Terrible Poetry Contest! Go check out the other entries, some were real stinkers, and I’m not just talking about those with bad breath ro bodily functions! 😉

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  3. What a great bunch of contestants. They put you to work in picking the winner. Congratulations to Trent.
    Wonderful season of Terrible Poetry contest. Your next contest will be just as stimulating, Chelsea!

    Liked by 1 person

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