Thanks, Carol, for pushing up this thread. I have documentary proof as to my worst poem. In a recent "Bad Poetry Contest" sponsored by a local newspaper my entry (following) won the Grand Prize, which was called the Walt Whitman Armpit Award.
Juan Or The Other
A woman once gave birth to twins;
A tragic story thus begins.
She gave them both up for adoption;
In tears she had no other option.
One went to Egypt, still quite small,
And there received the name, Amahl;
The other boy to Spain had gone
Where he was duly christened Juan.
Years later, Juan sent her his photo
Which pleased her well but not in toto;
When she beheld it, wept the mother,
"Oh how I long to see his brother!"
Her husband, bothered by her dolor,
Attempted lightly to console her;
“They’re twins, my dear, you must recall;
If you’ve seen Juan, you’ve seen Amahl.”
jtb
[This message has been edited by jtb8817 (edited December 20, 2002).]
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