h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

oh moon
you belong to everybody
yet to no-one.

i sit here in the garden
eating rose petals
in your shadow
while half the world
goes hungry


e. abthorpe pumpernickle

I planted moondust in my yard, and watered it quite well.
I hoped that little moons would sprout. I used a magic spell.
And sure enough, 5 moons arose, and grew toward the sky.
They 'ttracted great big nasty moths, and so oh woe am I!

my backyard is my kingdom
my plastic chair's my throne
whisky and confirms it
i am me

I am me's and you are you'se.
Don't ask who *they* are, that'll confuse.
Bless the guy who craves his .
He's the one who goes full sail
Into waters strange and rough.
Here's some more: one's not enough.

Sur ma bicyclette,
Mais pas sur la tête,
Je me promenais,
Car il faisait frais.

C'est alors que le renard
Traversa le chemin
Pour se plonger dans la mare
Des canards et des pingouins.

SF.


Translated litterally:
On my bike,
Not on my head,
I was riding,
For it was cool.

That's when the fox
Crossed the path
To dip itself into the puddle
of the ducks and the penguins.



Now, if THAT's not bad poetry,
I'll eat my hat with no gravy.

bon apetite, mon amis

and if that is proper french i swear i will drink my

well, even if it aint

I can't hear what you're saying, mon ami.
I'm in the kitchen mixing gravy.

gravy?

What kind of gravy should go on your hat?
Beef? Well, it's got just a bit too much fat.
Pork? It's contentious for some pious folk.
Egg? Just beware of what's found in the yolk.

saucy...

SF -it must be bad poetry since it's on the Bad Poetry thread....bon appetit!

Just look at the header.


Jab

Poetry's bad even though it may rhyme,
Mixing ridiculous with the sublime,
High-minded flourishes mixed with old socks,
Creatures part eagle and part mangy fox.

Re: Post 151 - I got my knickers in a right old muddle.

SF!EMERGENCY NO NEED TO EAT YOUR HAT EMERGENCY

I just hope I'm in time

Jab

[Sometimes I can't understand plain English, let alone French!]

English and French, they are joined at the hip,
One is bateau, and the other is ship.
One is a cow, but its meat is called beouf.
(Do you want more, or will this be enough?)

eneouf already

In Fairy Land, the charming elves
With satin robes are sleeping,
While roguish mice enjoy themselves
With feats of awesome leaping.

(From "Chronicle number 169 of the Adventures of Sir Charmingsquirrel of 24 Bluebird Lane," by yours truly)

in the thread heading...
does "bad" mean lousy or naughty?

yes

http://nylon.net/poetry/

It might also mean that the poetry was once good, but has rotted due to not being used up in a timely fashion.