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The Worst Poem Ever
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The Worst Poem Ever |
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lovejunkie Member
since 2003-12-31
Posts 93Indiana |
The Worst Poem Ever You are the butter on my toast You are the boy I want the most I am your soap without the rope I am your nasty Chinese food without the Scope You are the whiz to my cheese You are the reason I beg on my knees I am your bow without the wow I am your milk without buying the cow You are the chip with my dip You are the hop to my skip I am your stalk without the bean I am your Howard without the Dean You are my corn in the flakes You are my god for heaven’s sakes I am your heard but not seen I am you nightmare without the dream You are the throb in my heart You are my Lisa and my Bart I am the der on your calen I am your Jimmy without the Fallon You are the rock in my roll You are my shoe’s new sole I am your Penn without his Teller I am your Monica without the Geller You are my Teddy in a bear You are in my undiewear! I am a pulley without a lever I am your worst poem ever You are my amigo without the lo siento You are my Lays and my Dorito I am your Vatican without the Pope I am your Joy without the soap (ha. ok. I dunno if it's a joke or not but it makes me laugh. just thought I'd share) "All you need is love..." -The Beatles |
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wickedbeautifulpoetry Member
since 2004-01-03
Posts 84Indiana, USA |
I think that it has a childish sound to it, which is rather whimsical and nice, but many deeper meanings and an almost sarcastic or cynical view towards the subject of this poem. its unexpected almost, that this whimsy of a poem would have a deep meaning, which is something that I think leads the reader in and hooks them. Its sarcastic, wistful, and hopeful in parts. An overall good write, however the title is disconcerting. Hugs and kisses, Katie Enjoy what you can, endure what you must. -Goethe |
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Richy Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 3050 |
This poem was not the worst poem ever It’s not a door without a lever I thought that it was rather clever Remember though, never say never This poem had rhyme without the riddle It had a start, an end, and middle The box of faddle without the fiddle The smelly Pamper without the piddle (yeek!) It was the well without the done A kraut and weiner in a bun The oh-so-real without the fun The Subway Ryan who lost a ton It came with passion from a Pipster A sassy wassy sixties hipster Jimmy Greek can’t be a tipster Milty Berle was quite a quipster To say this poem is bad is wrong It sounded like that favorite song This poem at Pee I Pee belongs Where everybody gets along This poem was not the worst poem ever I think that it will live forever It should not leave us whatsoever Ohmigod! Like Hey, Whatever! It was fun, LoveJunkie... Thanks for sharing! |
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