Since it's my birthday tomorrow, I thought I would follow Julee tradition and share a gift with you: the worst poem ever written in the English language. It delights my soul.
A Tragedy
Death!
Plop.
The barges down the river flop.
Flop. Plop,
Above, beneath.
From the slimy branches the grey drips drop...
To the oozy waters, that lounge and flop...
And my head shrieks - "Stop"
And my heart shrieks - "Die"....
Enough! I can't torture you any more. If you want to read more, I highly recommend Very Bad Poetry. This particular masterpiece, by Theophile Marzials, stands out.
Enjoy!
2 comments:
Not only plop, but flop!
Happy Pending Birthday, Julee.
No, you don't know me.
Yes, you will meet me soon.
See you at Le Petit Noel on Friday.
Cheers!
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