Thursday, August 18, 2005

Bad Poetry Thursday



Today's bad poetry is that time-honored classic, the acrostic.

Mars

by Benjamin Meals

My crazy
Aunt
Rooney
Still lives there.

5 comments:

Maggie said...

Hey, I thought that was a good one. I'm telling Ben on you.

kate said...

Two comments, not about this poem:
Hollaback Girl is your song of the day? I'm not sure what to make of that. Are you saying you like it? Do you think more attention needs to be called to it? *ahem*

And. Five Guys. Great stuff. But please, add a veggie burger to your pickings, please, mi cinco amigos!

Anonymous said...

Wow. I cannot believe you have linked to Moses Lake's newspaper. It is way crazy to have a couple more Eastern Washingtonites in my midst again. Crazy in a great way.
-- Ephrataback Girl

[REDACTED] said...

Kate: No I decidedly do not like Hollaback Girl. I am just trying not to repeat bands yet, and since this song is practically omnipresent, it was the first that popped into my mind.

Maggie: I agree. Ben's poem is as good as can possibly be expected while remaining an acrostic. The bad poetry is acrostics in general.

Anonymous: It's not just Moses Lake's paper, it the whole Columbia Basin's!

Anonymous said...

Well, I'm sticking with my Grant County Journal. Even though it's not a daily. Twice a week -- and all of eight pages a pop! -- is all the reedin' I nead.