Once again it’s time for Chelsea Ann Owens’ Weekly Terrible Poetry Contest. Our writing prompt is Springtime and my terrible poem is below.
Springtime in the Dirty South
don’t last fer long
Well hush my mouth!
Magnolia trees are the best part
smell so fresh an’ sweet
ain’t like Bubba-Jean’s dirty feet.
Tiny birds chirp & slurp
the juicy worms
they find in dirt
In a couple weeks
spring is over
and you will sweat
like an ogre.
Cuz now it’s summer.
Without looking at the prompt, I know what it is. Yes, Susan, you achieved your goal.
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Ooh, yes, this was terrible. 🙂
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