Very Bad Poetry

Thou art very cold in thy vain wish for foppery;
Most sloppily,
I lumber from my seat,
And eat,
A gooey pastry as you squint,
To hint,
at your most extreme disdain
For my unruly mane
of mangled curls;
You offer that expression known to all the girls:
a subtle frown.
Of course, my pastry crumbs fall down;
and I am then a slob.
But before I reach that merciful knob,
and turn it,
I think of your wince of disgust,
and earn it,
With a secret I proudly disclose:
Into your discarded shirts,
I often so happily, and so lazily, blow my nose.

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