Ok now we all need a good laugh!! Congratulations Diana! Your poem is truly the most terrible and funniest poem, I’ve ever read!!
I’ve posted about Chelsea Owens’ Terrible Poetry Contest before. It’s ridiculously fun, and I try to participate every chance I get.
Well… this week I WON. Finally. After weeks of terrible effort. I’m so honored to be chosen as the terriblest poet among a bunch of astonishingly terrible poets. The prompt was annoying sounds (or something like that).
And now, on to the winning terrible poem, which I’m honestly embarrassed that I wrote (not really):
There once was a hairy old coot
Who loved to squeeze out a poot
It was stinky and smelly
Gurgled like jelly
And popped off a sound like a toot
But he wasn’t close to the worst
My granny caught poots in her purse
She saved up the sound
For when grandkids came ‘round
Then out of her purse they would burst
Now MY poots are dainty as roses
No trouble for…
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