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Doopity doopity doo
the mouse ran out of the loo
having done what he went in to do
doopity doopity doo

If you can write poetry that sucks more, join the Son of Godawful Poetry Fortnight, on until August 31. The above excuse for a verse is a sample from last year’s Godawful Poetry Fortnight (the first of its kind), where blogger, poet and Caferati co-founder Peter Griffin declared Sir William I-wandered-lonely-as-a-cloud Wordsworth the patron saint of bad poetry. It’s not that Griffin despises Wordsworth. In fact, he said in a newspaper interview last year that he didn’t. It’s Wordworth’s famous definition of poetry — “spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings” — that won him this unfortunate honour. The official blog says “way too many aspiring poets have rallied behind this Wordsworth banner, too few going so far as recollecting those emotions in tranquility”.

So here’s what you have to do: Post a Godawful poem on your blog (if you don’t have one, you can write here), and put the required tag on your post. For more instructions, click here.

Go rummage through your waste paper bin,
For that verse you cursed, balled up and sent to sin.
Uncrumple, de-crease, and copy on to blog,
Coz apparently you won’t be judged, or publicly flogged.

I guess we qualify for Godawful poetry too!