I recall my youth. Before that time I became jaded by those realities of what the world really is. Back in a time when fantasies dominated my reality unbeknownst to me and words were my playthings and other people my toys.
I have written a few inspired pieces of poetry over the years. I've also penned some stuff that was simply awful.
Today recognizes those 'less than stellar' efforts ... it's National Bad Poetry Day.
Yeah, it's really a day. It's not too recognized; only by Politico as far as I can tell. It seems to be copyrighted by a couple who sell herbs named Thomas and Ruth Roy.
Wonder what kind of herbs they sell to be so concerned with bad poetry anyway.
I would have included a primo example; but I don't really indulge in poetry anymore and the one I came up with was entirely too nasty to print here.
Suffice it to say happy bad poetry day and try NOT to write something rhyming heinous with anus like I did.
Must have been subconsciously thinking about Susan, Cathy, and Barbara again.