Any challenge to write terrible poetry seems ready made for me. That’s what I do. I can’t help it. So any such challenge is not really a challenge at all. It’s just another day at work.
But that is the challenge that Chelsea set – and I have given it my
best worst shot. It is a ‘tanka’ (5/7/5/7/7) … a term I had never heard of 5 minutes ago. And it’s not supposed to rhyme. But if it ‘sort of’ rhymes in all the wrong places does that make it extra terrible?
It is supposed to be about Pumpkin Slice which is, of course, a subject that I write about regularly. Chelsea hints that it should include a reference to scented candles … and little wonder. I have never read a poem about pumpkin slice that didn’t wax lyrical about scented candles.
So this is just like every poem you have ever read on the subject of pumpkin slice. But worse.
I have entitled it…..
Terrible Cook. Look. Worse poet.
Peel it. Slice it up
A cup. Of sugar or two
You. Boil it to hell.
For smell? Scented candles get.
Yet more spice. Pumpkin slice. Nice.