Poetry Challenge (7th Grade English Terrors All Over AGAIN).

So I received this challenge from Blunderdad (how do grown men get roped into these things?  Oh right.  Dads.)  to write a ten line poem with the “love” in each line and only four words per line, the “Love in ten sentences” Challenge. The last time I wrote a poem was … seven grade English class?  Having to stand up and read the abominable thing was a nightmare.  Publishing this one on the internets?  Well, at least my fly isn’t down this time.

Love has no shame:
Love’s a dad who,
Loves you shifting blame,
On that lovely fart,
Ungloved with stinky aim.

Love can be chaotic:
When there’s trash allover,
Sloven cleaning is quixotic,
Yet love doesn’t blame,
Beloveds hoarding the exotic.

Signs of terrible poetry?  Stretching the rules of challenges and literary decency. At least I’m not trying to rhyme “collagen” with “apologin” (or name you a direction, Cookie).

I think there’s part of this process where I’m supposed to nominate others to share my pain in trying to compose bad poetry, in the spirit of those fun 90’s emails that promised me that Bill Gates would personally give me a jet and ten million dollars if I forwarded the thing to ten people.  I’m not going to nominate anyone.  You’re welcome.  And you’d better be appreciative, too –I’m giving up a private jet and ten million dollars so that you don’t have to relive terrible moments of middle school English class.