The bad poetry thread

[Moon bunny]

Inspired by a sentence I wrote in CA&D, one I do not think will make my planned anthology, but I thought I would share it anyway,

If we had a work dog it would end up chasing the work otters,
"Splish, splash" as the otters escaped into Manchester's water,
"Spludunch" as dog followed otters,
Perhaps they would swim to Rough Holme,
and we would have to chase the dog,
But otters and dog would see we are their common foe, and now friends,
would stay on the island,
Otters would bring the dog fish, and the dog guard the otters,
Perhaps best not to have work dog, but just work hamsters.
At least hamsters have a use in polishing brass.

 

[Aperitif]

For erudite riding,
there is no hiding
from the Friday Night.

Ride to the Coast
Where you'll get the most
beer, and you'll get tight.

It's difficult to explain
the obvious distain
in which our rides are held

I couldn't care less
I end up in a mess,
We, as a ride have gelled.

So be wary of fun
In lieu of the sun
we can 'do' the Moon...

There's narry a puncture,
and, at this juncture
We'll hope to see you soon.

 

[rich p]

Lotsa
Beer
Here
We're
Near
Baddered

 

[Aperitif]

Lotsa
Beer
Here
We're
Near
BLaddered

F FFffff kin ffffixed that for you, you rich artist...

 

[ColinJ]

There was an old cyclist named Wright
Whose speed was far faster than light
He set out one day
In a relative way
And returned on the previous night

 

[rich p]

F FFffff kin ffffixed that for you, you rich artist...

Cheers teef, baddered is okay too though!

 

[Aperitif]

Cheers teef, baddered is okay too though!

my blad

 

[rich p]

my blad

Blad the Impaler
Used an inhaler
He cycled much 'arder
But got banned by WADA

 

[colly]

As yet I've not started,
Nothing daunted,
I still farted,
My sons come in and
Here he is with drink in hand,
I swear, tonight will be just grand.

 

[Fnaar]

It's
New Year's
Eve, and I
am going out
on the
razz.

 

[Scoosh]

There was a young man of Siam
Whose verses never would scan;
When asked why it was,
He said: 'It's because
I always try to fit as many words into the last line as I possibly can.'

 

[Aperitif]

A new broom sweeps clean,
As a new Froome beats mean.
Cookson is now chef de UCI
And McQuaid? He wonders why...
the doping had to stop,
starting from the top.
But aye, goodbye!
Adieu Pat - you lie.
"Lance that boil,
boil that Lance"
And long live
Le Tour de France.

 

[rich p]

Me me
Ure tie knee
and is fro' Zen

 

[rich p]

That was from La Poéme ^^^^

 

[rich p]

Don't ask me, I'm baddered