.
Some blogs take too long to read,
but still you muddle through.
Some blogs make you guilty
for exercise you didn't do.
Some blogs make you read them
When you should be doing laundry.
And some blogs are just evil.
Some blogs make you say things
you regret you ever said.
Some blogs say some things
that you regret you never said.
Some blogs make you read them
And then miss your morning train.
And some blogs are just evil.
Some blogs make you wish
you hadn't stuffed your mouth with cornflakes.
Some blogs make you laugh
until your belly starts to ache.
Some blogs make you read them
When your boss is looking on.
And some blogs are just evil.
Some blogs make you want
to sell off all your assets.
Some blogs make you want
to sail off in the sunset.
Some blogs put a song in your head
they never should have written.
But some blogs are just evil.
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Arrgh. Help me out. I recognize the form but can't place it.
ReplyDeleteWell done by the way.
David, this is the somewhat obscure 'Dysfunctional Sonnet' form perfected by the Scottish poet William McGonagall, who has long been acknowledged as the worst poet in the English language.
ReplyDeleteI've always been upset that a Briton has held this title for so many years unchallenged, and am doing what I can to wrest it from him.
I'm encouraged that your first word upon reading this was 'Arrgh'.
Aarrgh.
ReplyDeleteI would have liked to leave a comment with a link to one of my own posts but, to the best of my knowledge, I have never written any posts about laundry or cornflakes.
I admit defeat.
Thank you so very much.
ReplyDeleteThis could be the genesis of a whole new genre of O Dock posts: Truly Awful Poetry.
I may even sponsor the McGonagall Prize for awful poetry.
Be forewarned. I already have a rhyme ready for 'esophagus'.
Check that. I have written a post about laundry and cornflakes.
ReplyDeleteOne nice thing is that offshore cruisers are slow to generate much dirty laundry.
ReplyDeleteI think that changes, Pat, when they encounter really bad weather.
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