"It's a sinking feeling that pulls me through the seated chairs / when will you come rescue me"

[larryhammer]

To my surprise, our local science fiction convention took me up on my programming proposal: a round-robin bad poetry reading. And put me in charge of it. Little do they know.

Any suggestions for what I should bring? I mean, of course the collected McGonagall, and as much Julia Moore and Thomas Holly Chivers as I can dig up. But I can't bring just anything. It has to be a specific kind of bad poetry, for reading aloud -- the sort of bad that's hard to spit out, whether from laughter or nausea or hysterical fits. Or possibly from being possessed by one of the elder gods. (Let us hope they came to put a stop to it rather than being invoked.)

So what else? Help me, O lazywebs!

---L.

Comments

[malsperanza.livejournal.com]

Joyce Kilmer's "Trees" - a classic.

[daedala.livejournal.com]

I am not Spock.

[harvestar.livejournal.com]

Fungi from Yuggoth by H.P. Lovecraft

(Patrick's suggestion upon me reading your post aloud.)

More bad poetry

[chris hunt (from livejournal.com)]

I'm the webmaster of McGonagall Online - thanks for the link!

Of course nobody comes close to the great poet and tragedian of Dundee, but if you want a bit of variety, how about James McIntyre (http://www.swiftandbored.com/mcintyre/)? A man who brought a whole new meaning to "cheesy rhymes"!