Randomly Selected Bad Poem
Wearing a Hat
Noah Wez
When it is cold out-side,
I usually cover my head.
Because I am not Russian, my hat does not have fur on the inside.
My soul has fur on the inside.
Because I am not from Texas, my hat is not voluminous.
Because I am not a firefly, my hat is not luminous.
But like a Texas hat my hat speaks to my identity;
It is purple (because I like my women that way)
It is broad (because I like broads)
It is sparkly (Because that's what herpes is like)
It is a pimp hat.
Because I'd like to be a pimp.
But I am not.
Noah Wez joined on 30/11/99. Read more of Noah's terrible poetry at the Noah anthology. Here are three of Noah's latest works: