This was beyond embarrassing. I read a notice of a bad-poetry contest that offered a cash prize to the worst poem they received. I entered the contest, using a poem I'd written for a similar BBS challenge years earlier. What the contest rules failed to mention was that selected entries would be published in a cheesy, "leather-bound" anthology without explaining that the poems were intentionally bad. Had I known that, I never would have put my real name on the poem. To make things worse, a sales pitch for the anthology was mailed to me in a window envelope that showed the whole effing poem. And my mail carriers are a curious bunch.
Sigh. Here's the poem.
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My parents lived in Greenwich Village when I was born, but moved to Queens when I was still very young. They chose an apartment in Woodside ... -
This was definitely written for the WritersBBS. The challenge: Choose a painting from several offered, and write a poem to go with it. I...
As I'm the only one in the group hasn't previously read the poem itself - it's like freaking wonderful!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Kim! I figured the others wouldn't mind revisiting the poem. It still makes me laugh.
DeleteI LOVE THIS POEM.
DeleteHee hee... I would love to have a bad love poem published in a cheesy "leather-bound" anthology (copies of which I would give to everyone for Christmas).
ReplyDeleteIt's, like, enduringly and memorably bad. Congratulations
ReplyDeleteIt has aged well. I was struck by the very same line I commented on then: My heart it like opened
ReplyDeleteI had completely forgotten that, but it is still wonderful!
ReplyDeleteAnd I say once again, you should submit it to the Flight of the Conchords. It might make their movie.
That made me laugh. Again!
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