Emerson...Dante...Tennyson...Dr. Seuss...today is not their day.

This is the day that we aspiring poets try our best effort at verse.  Nope.  Scratch that.

This is the day that we silly people try to make up bad poetry - limericks, haiku, iambic pentameter (not sure what that means, but it sounded poetic)...any style of poetry is up for grabs.

I have some bad poetry for you...after the jump. 

Bad poetry verse number one:

Roses are Red, Violets are Blue

But not in East Texas, everything is brown.

I know, it doesn't rhyme...remember...bad poetry day.

Verse number two:

I think I have a solution for the folks in D.C.

All they do is argue, on nothing can they agree

Whether right or left, they say politics is tougher

That’s easy to say, when we’re the ones that suffer


The next time our leaders can’t come to a decision

Here’s my suggestion to give them better vision

Put them in a small cabin in the East Texas heat

With no AC, no bathroom, and nothing to eat


Debt ceiling, taxes, and a stronger dollar

Would all be solved in less than an hour

However, there is a plan B if that doesn’t go through

The swamp, Troy, and gators, plus a one-way canoe

Now...feel free to add your bad poetry efforts in the comment section.