Deliberately terrible, that’s an important distinction.
Chelsea Owens has a great weekly competition to write the worst poetry possible. I won it a while back (it comes worryingly easy for me) but am usually too busy/tired to participate. This week, however, I spotted that the subject had a bit of a Hitch-hikers theme. Chelsea, like myself, is a fan of Douglas Adams and his trilogy in five parts, and so wants people to write a terrible poem about towels. (As in, “you sass that hoopy Ford Prefect? He’s a frood who really knows where his towel is.“) And I couldn’t resist.
Towel Be Soft or Not Towel Be Soft, That is the Question
Wet hands, wet face
Reaching out into space
Clawing, grasping
For my towel in its place
On the towel rail.
Don’t panic! I have it!
Water drips from my nose
Onto the carpet
While I fumble to bring it
(the towel)
To my moistened visage
And rub.
But what is this?
The water on my face
Is simply moved around.
No absorption, no drying
I feel like I’m dying
Even though I’m trying
Really quite hard.
It’s unusually soft
And smells of artificial flowers.
Damn!
It’s been treated with
Fabric conditioner.
Sad Nick. Petitioner:
“Please stop making my towels soft”
I look in the mirror
And sigh, “damn!” again
For ’tis a new towel
And my face is cover’d
In fluff.
I wash my face again.
And sob, tears lost
Amongst a bit more water
From the tap.
I’m trapped
In a vicious circle
How many times will I have
To go round?
Probably 42.
I hope the Vogons out there enjoy that one. 😉
Dear Sir, I regret to inform you that you have failed miserably.
The poetry what you wrote was not terrible, but passable, if not good!
I defiantly (sic) noticed a rhyme or three, and even some sort of cadence.
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Bugger.
Although, the aim was to lull you into thinking it had rhyme and form and then ignore any previous rules. I think you’re being too kind! 😉
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I really do hope that you realise I would never, ever, write “what you wrote”
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Not even if you were referring to Morecombe & Wise? 😉
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That was my reference but not everyone would be aware of such brilliance. (theirs, not mine!)
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Well, that was truly terrible, Nick. I lost it on: “For ’tis a new towel
And my face is cover’d
In fluff.”
Good luck with this terrible entry. Ha ha.
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But Diana, it was from the heart and therefore is the purest of all art!
My wife is convinced towels should be soft and fluffy, but she doesn’t get a stubbly face. I end up looking like some kind of used lint remover. So I now hunt in the airing cupboard for the driest, scratchiest towel with which to dry my face.
😉
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HA! Well there is something cute about having a fluffy face. 🙂
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It tickles my nose, though!
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A great, terrible poem!! So many good elements; just barely didn’t make first. 😀
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Too many Hitch-hikers elements to be truly rotten, eh? 😉
It was good fun releasing my inner bad poet again.
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One can never have too many references. 🙂
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Wonderfully awful! Really encapsulates the meaning of life;-)
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Thanks Suzanne! 😀
You’re right, actually. When life gets you wet, your solution (the towel) is supposed to solve things. But if it’s not the right solution you end up covered in fluff. Or worse. 😉
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Nothing worse than a fluffy face in the morning:-) Well, that might be an overstatement but it’s still pretty yucky.
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You can tell I gave it a lot of Deep Thought.
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