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    Write the worst poem you possibly can.

    I am part of a writer's meetup group. There's a guy who (is high while he) attends and writes some truly awful poetry. I'm not allowed to give my honest opinion on his work (that he creates while high) so I figured I'd do something productive (like not being high).

    So, I want you all to make me laugh and write the worst poems you possibly can. This is a lighthearted exercise for humor's sake. they don't have to rhyme, nor do they have to make any sense. None of these will be judged.

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    The cat
    Shat
    In my hat
    Tho a toilet by any other name
    Wouldst likely smell just the same
    I cared not and pelted her with rocks because (after all)
    She's only ever crapped in a box!

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    I see you're looking
    My mouth are full
    Toilet
    Je suis Charlie.

    "My ambition is handicapped with laziness." - Charles Bukowski
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    In memory of Pandora, a beautiful butterfly spreading its wings above the Earth's realm...

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    There once was a very frustrated poodle
    Who completely went out of his noodle
    He screamed and he cried
    (and he almost died!)
    Because he could not pronounce, "Cock-a-doodle!"

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    The barefoot dancer, tensile, toxic—tock.
    Her toes are thin yet deft as shadows loom.

    The cobalt mar upon her skin—her bones,
    the blossom darkens, bitten hard by frost.

    This brutal trial on the stage of doubt—
    With bare feet, toes in time, she is the dance.

    Through dance she spoke, the toes, her toes in time.
    The dance of doubt. So dumb, the doubt, so dance.

    So try she does, her way so dark, so stark.
    By tick and tock, she is the music’s say.

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    There once was a man who had no shoes
    He dropped his undies and liked to do poos
    No one liked it, it wasn't good news.

    The townsfolk thought it was a total disgrace
    So they picked it up and rubbed it in his face.




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    All of my poems
    are terribly bad
    in fact I don't know
    I must have been mad
    to think that they might have
    been good to start

    Oh dear I think
    that the puppy
    has done a fart


    [Well I hope that is all she has done]
    If you talk to a cat they look at you as if you are way below their intelligence to even listen.
    However, when you talk to a dog they look at you with such admiration and really do seem to understand what you are saying.
    Even if it is a bit silly...
    ...they still think you are wonderful.


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    Hole in my shoe,
    Hole in my sock,
    Hole in my pocket,
    These holes are such a farce,
    But let's not forget the hole in my arse.




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    Bread 'n' butter.,
    Butter 'n' bread,
    Not fussed either way,
    'Cos at least I'm fed.




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    I was raped
    I noticed he was manscaped
    but then I escaped
    He wasn't too rough
    but it still bothered me though
    I was so afraid that he would come
    back to my vulnerable home
    You can't understand what its
    like unless it happens to you
    I'm holding out for a hero
    like the song from frou frou
    where is the calvery?
    I hope you like my poem
    you selfish bastard/

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