Bad Poetry Day is tomorrow! To celebrate, I’m asking you, readers dear, to write me the worst poem in Chicago. The worst! I mean a really, really crummy poem. It can be sappy, it can be cheesy, it can be funny, it can be all of the above just as long as it is a bad poem. I want the worst of the worst!
The absolute worst of Chicago’s bad poems will be featured in tomorrow’s post. To enter your bad poem, you must use one word from each of the following lists, which my coworkers, fellow ChicagoNow bloggers and Twitter followers were kind enough to help assemble:
List 1: trite, hot (also acceptable: hawt), delicious, fierce, scruffy, windy, arboreal, giant, sticky, excitedly
List 2: Chicago, Dickinson, Wednesday, HP sauce, Winnetka, Spock, Melvin, iPhone, Twitter, Dr. McGillicuddy
List 3: snake, toothpaste, big-ass monitor, toupee, gerbil, table, Academy Award for Best Animated Feature, cookie, rowboat, coffee
List 4: insinuate, skip, tweet, deactivate, fluttering, leap, bites, sleeping, run, thinking
Bonus points, of course, if you can manage to use more than one word from each list. Happy (bad) writing! Leave your bad poem here in the comments section and
check in tomorrow for the unveiling of the very worst of Chicago’s bad
poetry. Ready? Set. Go!