The Weekly Terrible Poetry Contest 4/18 – 4/24/2020

Written for:

Throw up

If throw up is bad  
then why does it work  
to get out that tad  
of that poor tummy quirk.  
Vomit is awful  
so is the flu  
Throw up in a bucket  
not right onto you.  
Maybe you’ll feel better  
but maybe not yet  
I don’t care too much  
no pity you’ll get.  

©2020 CBialczak Poetry


The Weekly Terrible Poetry Contest 2/15-2/21

This is the first time I am doing this contest. I have never heard of Little Willie until today. It is hilarious! I may or may not be following the directions correctly by putting this on my blog right now, but I think it is okay. I think this is fun so I do have more than one…Someone opened up a can of worms with me…or is it Pandora’s Box? Now, let me also say that if I have done this completely wrong then…oh well, I had fun!

Little Willie Poems

Little Willie liked to jump
And usually landed on his rump 
This time he landed on his head 
Poor Little Willie is surely dead.  

Little Willie is a gem 
His mama took his pants to hem 
the needle fell into his eye 
Now he’s blind and cannot cry.  

Can you see him, Little Willie? 
Isn’t he acting silly? 
He was bad and he did drugs 
Now he owes his life to thugs. 

In the kitchen pots are hot 
Little Willie thinks its not 
Now his skin is burned and charred 
Little Willie is forever scarred.  

Little Willie isn’t nice 
Turning things into ice. 
He put himself in the chest 
Now he is frozen to death.  

©2020 CBialczak