Sunday, February 21, 2010

Very Bad Poetry

What the hell am i rhyming for?
Designer shoes and designer clothes?
designer doors and designer cars?
hell nah,
i dont even wanna be star,
matter in fact
ill just barely make par.
i dont golf,
but i can pull a tiger
risk my life,
to cheat on my wife
i'll wound up in woods
the rest of my life.

5 comments:

  1. I liked this a lot! I wont ever pull a Tiger Woods. Great job, Very well done!!

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  2. Hah, it's meta. Daresay I know why we all end up rhyming at some point. Hold onta that bit, aye?

    ...also this makes me feel super-gangster.

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  3. This is good. I like when you say "I just barely make par" It was so funny.

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  4. Great poem. The line about ending up in the woods (like Tiger)....that cracked me up.

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  5. For trying to write a bad poem, this was actually pretty good. I liked the lines
    "but i can pull a tiger
    risk my life,
    to cheat on my wife"
    I'd use that part in my revision.
    Good job!

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