Pax Nortona – A Blog by Joel Sax
From the Land of the Lost Blunderbuss
Bad Poetry
Posted on April 1, 2004 in Memes
I could worm out of writing a set of rhymes by declaring that as boutmaster it would not be seemly to take part in the festivities, but it’s the first Thursday of the month which means that it is the date for my writing group. Which means that in 18 hours I must face Diana. Diana will ask: “so, why didn’t you write a poem using those rhymes you made the rest of us use?”
So, here is my poem, ear-scratching meter and all, using the rhymes for Bout No. 1. I have only myself to blame:
Hammered, I stood at the bar,
forgetting love. A nicotine plume —
an overamplified guitar
in halved light and bitter fume —
roughed up my sinuses. Blaring tripe
that the singer chanted like credo,
the tweeters mocked me with ripe
allusions to love’s torpedo.
forgetting love. A nicotine plume —
an overamplified guitar
in halved light and bitter fume —
roughed up my sinuses. Blaring tripe
that the singer chanted like credo,
the tweeters mocked me with ripe
allusions to love’s torpedo.
Now try your hand at using these same rhymes.
