The Bad Poem

May 5, 2017
By late-night-writer BRONZE, Wentzville, Missouri
late-night-writer BRONZE, Wentzville, Missouri
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Of course there’s always something to think
When you’re swimming in the bathroom sink
As I do this I start to cry
And force myself to wonder why
Stars crash down upon the land
And scatter across the desert sand
After that to the park we went
To search for some purple pocket lint
Squishy, squashy, purple lumps
Found inside the garbage dumps
I’m starting to feel a little dumb
So I shall go and ask my mum
To take me back to the ocean school
Where I will learn to roll a spool

The author's comments:

This is a "bad poem" we were assigned to write for creative writing class.

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