Monday, August 8, 2011

Great-Grandson of Godawful Poetry Fortnight

(Go to for the sordid details)
And now (after I clear my throat) my humble contribution for 2011:

Cockroaches to the left of me, cockroaches to the right,
My blood it froze like popsicles at such a fearsome sight.
“Oh Romeo, Romeo wherefore art thou,”
I screamed like Bianca Castafiore in my fright.
The sod was dive-bombing angry birds, and ignored my plight.


fishbowl said...


rupa gulab said...

@ fishbowl: You MUST write one as well!