What is considered to be bad poetry can be good poetry, and what is considered to be good poetry can be bad poetry, but it's bad poetry day, so all poetry in this blog post is bad.

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We will start out with this video, this video is the reason why this blog post got a NSFW warning.

This next poem is pretty bad, but it is so bad that it's good, some people will consider this an endurance test, but I found it to be very entertaining.

I thought this next one was good poetry, but it's bad, apparently.

Now this is bad poetry, I don't think I should be calling it poetry, I will call it 'mouth words' instead.

Now it's my turn, here is a bad poem about something that I saw yesterday.

"Gobble, Gobble in the back." 

By Dan America.

Gobble, gobble, in the back I texted Flounder "We're under attack!"

A flock of turkeys, bobbled and gobbled across the grass, looking jerky and quirky, making me want to pass on eating birds who eat worms and look like the weird puppets that were not muppets in Jim Henson's Dark Crystal.

Dave and Heather and Sean took a look, at the big ugly birds who started to book, but they ran to the corner of a fenced in back yard, they gobbled about how they could not get too far.

I went to the bathroom to drain the lizard, thinking about what I could do with a bow and arrow, could I drop a turkey by shooting it in the head?

How long do I wait until I know that it's dead?

I went to the back and chased three of them away instead.

Then I saw all the turkeys heading out to the road, so sad to see the gobblers go, now I have to listen to the Free Beer & Hot Wings Show.

 

Thank you.

Happy Bad Poetry Day.