Category: Bad Poetry
Poetry Competition – A New Beginning
Theme for the first competition of 2012 – A New Beginning.
Anything you wish to make of it. The New Year, a new home, a new country, a new love, a new bike, upon being released from prison – you get the idea.
To avoid the somnolence which follows the season’s festivities I would like to set the closing at midnight January 10, 2012 (GMT or equivalent) or when the first female contribution is made, whichever is later 🙂
Results of the Revolting Rhymes competition
A good, but short selection of ‘Revolting Rhymes’ for this revival of the poetry competition. Very hard to judge….
Bearsy’s poem (here) was a well told tale of the ‘King’s New Clothes’ with an excellent delayed rhyme scheme and with overtones, to my mind of AA Milne as well and Dahl!
Low Wattage gave us a new version of ‘The Owl and the Pussy Cat’ (here) capturing their grief after the wedding excellently, with a couple of ‘in-house’ references, cleverly placed!
Janus made an excellent go of ‘The Tin Soldier’ (here) – though from the comments I read afterwards he had to sort out formatting and do a little post-post- editing, helped in the end by Bearsy! I hate that stanza thing disappearing when pasting in from word! What’s the answer, Old Bear?
John Mackie’s contribution tells the tale of ‘Hansel and Gretel’ (here) with a lovely twist – the addition of Stockholm Syndrome!!! Hilarious.
After thought and consideration I hereby nominate Low Wattage as the winner this time and hand the honour of setting the next competition to him.
Hansel & Gretel
In bygone days, when facing ruin,
They did whatever needed doing.
It follows and it’s not a mystery,
A man agreed his kids were history.
The Steadfast Tin Soldier, a pome
(With apologies to Messrs. HC Andersen and R Dahl)
One Yuletide Eve, in days of yore (when children all learned fairy lore)…..
No! Mercy me! How mem’ries fade! In telling you his escapades
I quite forgot that time before: a birthday, when the boy received
A troop of soldiers – now displayed upon a table near the door.
The Owl and the Pussycat, Twenty Years On. (Poetry Comp.)
Bearsy set a high bar for this one, but here’s my attempt.
Continue reading “The Owl and the Pussycat, Twenty Years On. (Poetry Comp.)”
Clarity of Vision
My entry for Pseu’s poetry competition. As Dahl-esque verses go, mine is probably more dhall tarka. Continue reading “Clarity of Vision”
Hello
My chequer tolled me sew
Eye have a spelling chequer,
It came with my Pea Sea.
It plane lee marks four my revue
Miss Steaks I can knot sea.
Eye strike the quays and type a whirred
And weight four it two say
Weather eye am write oar wrong
It tells me straight a weigh.
Eye ran this poem threw it,
Your shore real glad two no.
Its vary polished in its weigh.
My chequer tolled me sew. Continue reading “My chequer tolled me sew”
The haircut didn’t work.
So now he has 16 months to grow it back to a foppish length and perfect his poetry reading skills, which he can deliver to a captive audience. Plenty enough time to commit The Ballad Of Reading Gaol to memory.
Boadicea's Chariot 
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