In Celebration of Bad Poetry Day
Of greatness I have no illusions When my thoughts make intrusions And take the time to try to rhyme And make no bad-taste exclusions My words won't cease to tumble Though my tongue might halt and stumble Though nourishing not, it's still food for thought When my mind's belly starts to rumble Ideas may accumulate and glom Phrases explode like a bomb I've assembled each word, however absurd On the aptly named badrhymes.com
