Very Bad Archive
Birthchild
Joy Day
I love my boy.
He was born from God,
Like a wind up toy,
Mashed with a frog.
When he was born,
My heart flew high,
Now that he's gone,
I wonder why.
Why did you go,
My beautiful boy?
All the way below,
Where God is coy?
Where the Almighty flies,
But never goes,
I'm going to try,
To relieve my woes.
Joy Day has published 2 more terrible poems since joining on 2/8/08. Read more of Joy's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Joy's latest works: