Wednesday, November 05, 2003

Susie of Practical Penumbra provides a much-needed dose of really, really bad poetry. "Burple"?

Oh! dark conspiracies wild and wicked
That, breathing still air of vilest slander
Covented within a crowded thicket
Agreed then to jealousies pander!

See each calumnar take their turn
About the well-banked high-blazed fires
Tend their vanities - accolades to earn
To drag a Reynolds through dank mires.

Now, before our ranked, terrible prose
A marching host, in reprehensible verse!
Though their work plums the bottomless lows
In response call forth efforts infinitely worse!

Via the Carnival of the Vanities.

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