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CaliforniaPeggy (1000+ posts) Fri Jan-08-10 07:54 PMOriginal message My newest poem: Fog it rolls over the hills the street the carsbillowing up against the end of dayVisibility zeroOver my shoulderthe sundances against the skybut it is losingthe fog comes onnot stopping the landscapedisappearsnothing looks rightI know this streetbut nottonightthe fog hastaken it
Don't get me wrong - her poetry isn't bad. It's awful. It's the kind of thing that would blind God if He had to read it. It's a collection of words that should be machine-gunned down, one by one, preferably out in the desert, with no witnesses, and a nice young girl who could be counted on to claim that she'd been shooting jackrabbits. It's so bad, mirrors crack if anyone looking into a mirror while thinking of one of CP's poems runs the risk of permanent scarring, even blindness, while thinking of it as he peers into the mirror...Her poetry needs immolation. She needs to have all writing impletments and keyboards, paper, blank walls, toilet paper, paper towels, margins in newspapers, and even the blank part of framed works of art removed from her home until this idea that she's writing "poetry" passes. Maybe medication will help.
Vogon poetry is of course, the third worst in the universe. The second worst is that of the Azgoths of Kria. During a recitation by their poet master Grunthos the Flatulent of his poem "Ode to a Small Lump of Green Putty I Found in My Armpit One Midsummer Morning" four of his audience died of internal hemorrhaging and the president of the Mid-Galactic Arts Nobbling Council survived only by gnawing one of his own legs off. Grunthos was reported to have been "disappointed" by the poem's reception, and was about to embark on a reading of his 12-book epic entitled "My Favourite Bathtime Gurgles" when his own major intestine--in a desperate attempt to save humanity--leapt straight up through his neck and throttled his brain. The very worst poetry of all perished along with its creator, Paul Neil Milne Johnstone of Redbridge, in the destruction of the planet Earth. Vogon poetry is mild by comparison.
Obviously the author of the Hitchhiker's Guide never read CaliforniaPeggy's verse, or else we'd have a new number one!
Is it time for another DUmp member Haiku thread?DNA BackwardsIt - California PeggyMy Face, Look! A Man!
CaliforniaPeggy (1000+ posts) Fri Jan-08-10 10:05 PMResponse to Reply #2 4. My dear Richardo! I thank you...I always find it amazing just how the words emerge. I never know...