Sunday, April 4, 2010

Bad Poetry Monday: Inaugural Edition

So, Mondays suck right? It's the first day back at work after the weekend. You're usually tired from trying to enjoy your weekend freedom and the week stretches out before you like eternity in purgatory.

Years ago I had a job that was miserable, not so long ago I had a miserable one too but that's neither here nor there. At the long ago miserable job, I used to write purposefully bad poetry about absurd or mundane topics to entertain my coworkers. The collection, as a whole, is called "The Itty Bitty Book of Bitter Poetry" I thought I would share them here on my blog.

Maybe you'll find them amusing enough to give you something to smile about when you have a case of the "Mondays". The first rule of bad poetry is, of course, that no matter what verbal contortions you have to go through, your poem MUST rhyme so keep that in mind!

With no further ado, I give you...


Life it seems to me is rather dull and grey,
There's nothing I can think of to brighten up my day,
I think I'll go home and lay on the couch,
I'll stare at the wall and sit with a slouch,
I have low self-esteem I say to you,
Things couldn't get worse if I were a big ball of goo.

If you have a topic you'd like a poem about, please leave a comment and I will endeavor to write you a poem so lacking in quality and style that you can't help but feel better about yourself that you didn't write it.


Anonymous said...

I would like a poem about mute stable boys, like the one in Koyla please.

Beth said...

Vah! I say this with real empathy as I slouch on the couch.

I used to do sock puppet shows in my cubicle at my not-so-great temp job :)

My word verification term is "semblerb," which I think might be inspiration for a poem?

Pitu said...

Oh great poetess, pls compose me a poem on 'taking out the trash'. I just hauled my big can out since Monday is trash day!

Darshit said...

ahaa... i want more, keep 'em coming :D

NS said...

Nice poem, that's how I feel today. How about a poem about sitting in cube and dying a slow death.
-- Natasha (natsan)

Shell said...

I would like to see a poem like the ones that you write
About the childcare profession and how it's not right
to be stuck in a house all night and day
But that's why I use twitter and blogger to play.