Comments on: How to Write a Lousy Poem with Very Little Effort

By: Lorrin

Lorrin — Sun, 04 Sep 2005 17:39:58 +0000

In the tar baby of my mind
I forgot to hold my punches.
My kingdom for a briar patch!
I’ve been caught by myself.

Paul — Wed, 13 Jul 2005 21:24:09 +0000

In the incandescence of my mind;
I forgot to cross my Ts.
Damn the convention!
The wilted flower fails to bloom.

Kathy — Wed, 13 Jul 2005 21:20:39 +0000

In the printer of my mind;
I forgot to replace the ink
Ah, there’s the rub!
The next great American novel written on invisible paper.

Janine — Wed, 13 Jul 2005 21:19:23 +0000

In the pine tree of my mind
I forgot to trim my boughsâ€œ
My God! A fire is coming near,
May the rains of hell come quick!

Vickie Castaneda — Wed, 13 Jul 2005 21:19:12 +0000

In the soupbowl of my mind,
I forgot to peel the turnips.
Hark! Who goes there?
A broken watch tells the best time.

Lorraine — Wed, 13 Jul 2005 21:09:52 +0000

In the crossword puzzle of my mind;
I forgot to turn off the iron
EEK!!! A mouse!
The ghost dies in the mourning.