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Mister Scott, attend! the conn is thine
To shining planet ‘neath our bow I go
Contesting alien creatures there below:
‘Pon crimson-shirted Starfleet crew they’ll dine.

There once was a poet from Daughton
Whose name has been largely forgotten
Tried to merge Limerick
With Haiku; a sad, grim trick
Now people hate him

Copyright 2013 Michael’s Bad Poetry

Sometimes I get a little snippet in my head and I just know that it’s going to be the start of something insightful and brilliant.

This isn’t one of those times.

My Uncle Phil and Aunt Selene,
A cheaper pair you’ve never seen.
One day he packed his bags and ran
but first turned off the ceiling fan.

Said one owl to another,
“After every outburst
I wish you would stop saying,
‘No, he’s on first.'”

O Lord please acknowledge my prayer, I entreat
My impetus couldn’t be clearer
Today help me suffer the fools I will meet
And start with that yutz in the mirror.

I have two new cats
Yakkity yak, smacky-smack
I have two new cats

And now, some Bad Poetry© based on a dinner at EPCOT’s San Angel Inn (which is very dark, if you’ve never been, or even if you have).

This also sings well to the tune of “I’m a Baby Bumblebee”, in case that helps you, or even if it doesn’t.

There’s a blob of something on my fork
Might be chicken, maybe beef or pork, it’s
Covered in a tasty sauce with cheese
Could somebody tell me what I’m eating please?

© 2010, Michael’s Bad Poetry