Why is this dinosaur so woebegone? He's cute, though.
And now: some terrible poetry. I dimly recall having had a conversation with someone about writing the worst poem ever, and I was so inspired (if that's the correct term), I actually dared myself to have a go.
My Humble Demise, or Digestible Requiem (written 2001 or thereabouts)
I would like to be
Buried in an urn
To be inconveniently
Left on your coffee table
In the event that
I should spill, well,
Let the dog good-naturedly
Lick my remains
Then barf me up
On your prized petunias
For you to discover
When you're back from the supermarket
Who is the "you" in this poem? Why would I ever want to suffer such a fate, and inflict injury upon a poor, well-meaning dog? And for that matter, what do I have against this person's prized petunias? I LIKE petunias! All very peculiar.
I hereby dare you, dear reader, to post some terrible poetry of your own in the comments section; all I ask is that it had better be short (20 lines or fewer), at the very least. This could be spectacularly bad, and I mean that in the best possible way. Or spectacularly boring, if no one has the nerve to post anything.