This morning I was reminded of a poem I wrote for a Bad Poetry challenge issued by my online writing group a number of years ago. Whenever I run across it, I still laugh.
To My Soulmate
When I saw you walk into the room
Well it wasn’t the room I was in or anything
But it was like through the hallway, you know,
That I saw you,
And I knew.
I just knew.
My heart it like opened.
And you walked in.
Just like how you walked into the room.
Not the room I was in,
But the other room.
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My heart it like opened
A+++ line.
Like, wow!
Not bad!
You are the best bad poet ever. We may have to start a fan page on Facebook.
I love this.
Thanks, everyone! I knew it was too "good" to keep to myself.
I meant to add that in some circles just the word "soulmate" qualifies this as a bad poem.
I agree with all that commented before me.
If you put it to music, it could be a Flight of the Conchords song. You could start up a folk parody band and get your own tv series. I'd watch.
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