I’m so happy! I’ve just discovered The Weekly Terrible Poetry Contest. It’s a little-known fact that I love, love, LOVE terrible poetry which is trying to be… terrible poetry. Three or four years back a wrote a few Terrible Poems (note: those words are in upper case, which means they were intentionally terrible). I took a look at them, with a view to submitting them, but they were terrible! That is, they were awful – funny, but lacking poetic form. In order to submit a Terrible Poem, I had to rewrite a terrible Terrible poem and make it into a worthily Terrible Poem. Get it?
I chose Shakespeare’s sonnet: Shall I Compare Thee To A Summer’s Day. Basically, he’s telling a woman that she’s beautiful and she’ll continue to live and be beautiful throughout eternity, since people will always read the poem he wrote about her. It was a popular theme with him. Unfortunately, not everyone understands what he was getting at, so I have selflessly rewritten it to suit a contemporary market. Also unfortunately, I messaged a faulty copy to the contest, but hopefully that adds to the Terribleness of the poem. However, here’s a perfectly Terrible copy, followed by the Willie’s original:
You’re As Hot As I Get When I Win A Race
You’re as hot as I get when I win a race;
You’re pretty and you’re always sober.
Gales blow petals all over the place;
It’s like, as soon’s you blink summer’s over.
One minute I’m sweatin’ like a goat,
The next the weather goes all cloudy;
You always need to take a coat,
‘Cos accidents and nature make stuff dowdy;
But your beauty will never go away,
And they’ll never take you from the sunshine.
You won’t even die, ‘cos you will stay
Alive thanks to this pretty rhyme;
As long as there’s still people around,
My poem will hold you on the ground.
Here’s Shakey’s take on it:
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm’d;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm’d;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander’st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this and this gives life to thee.
Thank you, Chelsea, for injecting some fresh fun to my life.
©Jane Paterson Basil
LOVED it! 🙂
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Thank you! I’m not sure Shakespeare would share your opinion 🙂
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I don’t know…………he just may love it like i do! 🙂
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Finally! A fair and level playing field for competing with your genius, Jane. A field upon which I at last stand a chance of beating you at verse in much the same way I already trounce you soundly at essays in epistemology!
To Jane…
I um don’t know
But you look pretty hot
To me
And you’ve got brains
Which is like you having
Gravy on the cake
Of your T&A.
Read and weep, Jane. You are, of course, invited to my soon-be-announce coronation as the King of Bad Verse.
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Yeah? Yeah? You’ll have to get past me first.
Darling Paul
You take the biscuit
I’d trample your balls
but I don’t want to risk it
‘Cos if you take a fall
You’ll be much less friskyt
so before one and all
I’ll say Love you kisskiss
I like to compete
So read it and weep.
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My Darling Jane,
Your prosy is so lame
‘Tis hard to top it I admit,
But still I shall essay it,
For I like the cut of your jib
And even more the style
Of your knickers.
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This is fantastic, Jane! I am so glad you joined in. There is a group of terribly great poets every week, and it a hilarious way to have fun with poetry.
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Thank you! I would never have found the site if it hadn’t been for you. I love writing terrible poetry! It’s great to find a platform for it 🙂
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I totally agree: Shakespeare’s version is Terrible. Thank you for setting the record straight on that. Now it’s just a small matter of getting Academia to replace the old version with your new one. Shouldn’t be too hard, who reads Shaky anymore?
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Haha. He always seemed to be banging on about immortalising his muses, but I don’t notice him mentioning their names.
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I’m laughing all the way to the footy
Where grown men play like boys
And women scream their tits off
Saturday afternoon fun
Watching a bag of wind being kicked
No writing pen to be seen
Paper only used to wrap the hot-dogs
Brains are parked in neutral, at the bar
And intoxication takes over ethical conversation
The Pope is left out in rain
He was looking for the club’s choirboy
I’m at the urinal giggling
Six months have gone, and I still pee on floor
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That’s wonderful Ivor. The last four lines had me giggling along with you 🙂
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😅😂🍺Having a beer at the Footy… Time to go for a giggle……..
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Yours, without a shadow of doubt, beats Willie hands down.
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That’s because I studies the great classic poets – Spike Milligan, Edward Lear and Lewis Caroll 🙂
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Such inspiring classics!
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Brilliant! I especially love the intentional use of the phrase “Sweatin’ like a goat.” Wordsmith!!!
I must join this competition.
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Please do. It’s the best idea I’ve seen in ages.
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