Very Bad Poetry

Distant memories come to mind
Of the way Joaquin plucked his limes
He squeezed them softly, never brash
He said that Christmas gave him a rash.
Fonder thoughts do linger on
Of the days when Joaquin mowed the lawn
In his underwear, nearly nude
With attitude. With attitude.

Now the moment does appear
When Joaquin had grown his manly beard
In the rough and grizzly mane
Bits of cheetos did remain.
With the come of summer, did come razor blade
And so my lust for him did fade

Splendid future does recall
The Joaquin of winter and of fall
His earthly body wrapped in sweaters
His dancer’s body light as feathers
But fonder thoughts do linger on
Of the days when Joaquin mowed the lawn
In his underwear, nearly nude
With attitude. With attitude.

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