For years, Chelsea Owens hosted a weekly Terrible Poetry Contest. It was hysterical to say the least. This year, the Terrible Poetry Contest retired and Chelsea replaced it with the highbrow A Mused Poetry Contest. My silly limerick won top honors this week. Take a peek for a quick laugh, and think about joining in the weekly fun.
Ah, the classic comeuppance due to the deserving braggart; the fall after the pride; the karma to one’s hubris -this was the theme for this week’s amusing writers.
Only one rose above the rest to claim the dubious honor of funniest, and that was:
Untitled, by D. Wallace Peach
When the fireworks failed to ignite
The smoker asked for a light
With a big inhale
The swaggering male
Set off to light up the night
He applied his cig without care
Smug when the fuse caught and flared
An arrogant rube
He peered down the tube
And the night lit up with his hair
Congratulations, D. Wallace! You are the funniest poet for the week! I would be outright lying if I didn’t say that several of these poems made me laugh out loud. The illustrious Madame Peach’s poem won for her hilarious imagery, excellent vocabulary, and humorous…
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