Monday, January 24, 2011

Writing Poetry With My Head #1

Emotion: Bored. Medium: Forehead.

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  1. RobertaJanuary 24, 2011 at 7:03 PM

    Yup... I agree. The worst one yet. But yet I find it quite creative.

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  2. El OsoFebruary 2, 2011 at 2:36 PM

    Is it fair to label just one as the worst? They are all an affront to language, decency and good sense. I award this, however a DOUBLE F-.

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  3. juggsFebruary 16, 2011 at 8:50 AM

    The line between the best poem and the worst is a slim one. This poem is brilliant, yet stupid. Witty, yet boring. Creative, yet bland. I fear that if I attempt to rate this poem all thoughts, emotions and intelligence will implode within me. Was this your intention, sir?

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