Ms Mausi's Pretentious Poetry Corner...
Oct. 8th, 2007 10:12 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
msfledermaus...last night I was reading some really awful poetry. I could understand a lot of the emotional stuff going on in the poet's mind and her need to express it, but the whole thing was just nearly unreadable. The spelling was so off-base for a minute I thought it was intentional. (Not like my spelling, where I misspelled "recipe" for several years, apparently.)
I feel kind of guilty enjoying reading bad poetry, but I can't help it. Bad poetry, bad books, bad screenplays, bad movies. I love them when it's awful. Maybe it's some kind of validation for me; something along the lines of, "Well, my writing may suck from time to time, but at least I'm better than that one girl who couldn't spell, or that one guy who couldn't write dialogue if you held a taser to his head, or that movie with all the occult jewelry they could find at Spencer gifts..."
So in that vein, I offer...
Ode to my Cow-irker's hamburger:
Oh Hamburger, you smell so juicy,
And not of game, so you're not moose-y,
And with the french fries you are garnished!
My own lunch does seem quite tarnished;
when compared to this repast
from MCAD's lunch line--though not fast,
yet tastier by far
than tires torn from a speeding car....
I only with that you were mine;
I'd steal you if I had a spine...
Thank you, thank you, I'm here all week...
*ahem*: You think you're so hot with the poetry? Gimme your worst shot!! I bet it can't be any worse than mine:)
I feel kind of guilty enjoying reading bad poetry, but I can't help it. Bad poetry, bad books, bad screenplays, bad movies. I love them when it's awful. Maybe it's some kind of validation for me; something along the lines of, "Well, my writing may suck from time to time, but at least I'm better than that one girl who couldn't spell, or that one guy who couldn't write dialogue if you held a taser to his head, or that movie with all the occult jewelry they could find at Spencer gifts..."
So in that vein, I offer...
Ode to my Cow-irker's hamburger:
Oh Hamburger, you smell so juicy,
And not of game, so you're not moose-y,
And with the french fries you are garnished!
My own lunch does seem quite tarnished;
when compared to this repast
from MCAD's lunch line--though not fast,
yet tastier by far
than tires torn from a speeding car....
I only with that you were mine;
I'd steal you if I had a spine...
Thank you, thank you, I'm here all week...
*ahem*: You think you're so hot with the poetry? Gimme your worst shot!! I bet it can't be any worse than mine:)
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Date: 2007-10-08 06:43 pm (UTC)When travel I, to client site
To air I take, in winged flight
With luck I'll make connecting gate
Or stuck in airport, there to wait
Ideal it's not, but such is luck
Too often I must exclaim, [expletive deleted ;-)].
Arriving tired I'll find my room
Some franchised hell one should assume
I wash my face and hang my clothes
Turn on the tube, and watch some shows
I hope that I will fall asleep
Else sleepless lay, and thrash and weep
Meetings pass, in quick succession
My client's many needs discussed
Expertise will gain expression
I know at least they'll get the thrust
I'll never leave someone nonplussed
When meeting's done I always check
Before I leave, and homeward treck
*gasp*
Date: 2007-10-08 08:16 pm (UTC)REALLY good!!!
I bow to your superior wordsmithing, oh wordy one...
Re: *gasp*
Date: 2007-10-08 08:26 pm (UTC)Re: *gasp*
Date: 2007-10-09 08:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-09 02:11 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-09 08:14 pm (UTC)Haiku of the Rat
is sought after by a Maus.
Gimme, gimme it!!