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