Very Bad Poetry

Every once in a while you sneak into a dream:

I'm standing in Moscow Square wearing a giant turquoise marshmallow costume
speaking hebrew to a pair of pandas in wet suits
...you walk up and say "Burger King?"
I'm hovering over a donut-covered barn somewhere over the mountains of Virginia
tossing fishing weights at mobile refrigerators below
...you arrive via hot air balloon shouting "Raise the misenmast!"
I'm in my underwear receiving an emmy for best performing flounder in a mini-series
based on the mishaps of civil war reenactors
...you hand me the trophy and whisper "Check out row three"
Llamas have taken over the country and I am in Augusta, Maine, the new capital,
and have been selected Deputy Secretary of Spitting by the Grand Llama Jim
...you are a llama and you stare at me, saying nothing.

Michael Reed has published 2 more terrible poems since joining on 25/5/07. Read more of Michael's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Michael's latest works: