Very Bad Poetry

If they knew what I know

They took me away as I screamed "no!no!"

And space inside began to glow

So I trudge gladly to my bon-bons...

I watch from the bus as the streets move by

no longer wanting Wonder Bread

my shoes begin to dance, and I hear the footsteps of lilliputs, knocking at my

edge where a thousand poems will be written and read


I no longer scream inside

I stepped on a squirrel - oh what a smell!

Therefore the lady we did hide

Gidget has gone to hell

I no longer scream inside

I think we are in for a long yarn

I ask for an order of honey marinara sauce, on the side

a tub of goopy, smelly Calomine is what I yearn

I no longer scream inside

Doing this reminds me off Norway

Stuffed animals never think of suicide.

Eighty-seven notes in my in-tray

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