Very Bad Poetry

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Poem 643

Very Bad Archive

Beau-coo Haiku

Robert Hawkins

The accident.
Grinding gears.
Snarling chains.
Crushing sounds.
Sleek wet metal teeth.
Rending my body.
Yet I remain.
Fully conscious.
My position in life.
Has radically changed.
The All American.
Strongheart.
Blue and White.
Dog food can.
Second shelf.
Aisle five.
Arthur's grocery store.
If you can.
Think about it.
Please help me.
Before doggie eats me.
And I wind up.
A lump, forgotten poop.
In your backyard.
bobby

Note;
No word yet, Bobby.
Jury is still out on if was,
Haiku or somes hick's bullshit.

Robert Hawkins has published 2 more terrible poems since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of Robert's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Robert's latest works:

A Day, of Bobby as interpeted, Emily Reeve

Submitted Aug 2nd, 22:52

Trilogy by Emily Reeve #3

Submitted Jul 27th, 21:49

Trilogy by Emily Reeve #2

Submitted Jul 27th, 21:35