Can you write poetry this bad:
Excerpt From THE BUTTER FALLS
(stanza 13)
The carbon eyes of darkness
fills my soul with butter ball kisses
The snake recoils in agony
from the golden ring.
Tommorow's children will never be
today's intent.
The butter falls.
Winner will have their poem made into a silly flick like this one:
2nd Prize is an autographed copy of The Adventures of Buns and Barbs...when it's published.
3rd Prize is a Cyber hug.
Send your poems to BunsandBarbs@gmail.com
(Telephapic submissions will not be accepted).
Preferred length between 18 and 30 lines.
DEADLINE is Sat. Sept. 18th.
