Today is Bad Poetry Day and my buddies Oz and Ku (great poets in their own right) are holding a contest for the Badest poem.
There are prizes and everything!!!!
There are prizes and everything!!!!
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| Dis is my poem. |
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Dat's What Scotties Do
Dat's What Scotties Do
How are you today Squirrel,
i race to the trees to search you out,
your tail makes me barkin crazy,
you are truly a pest,
i love to chase you Squirrel
Cos I'm a Scottie; and dat's what we do
How are you today Kong,
i chomp on your rubbery body,
your red skin makes me slobber,
you are a wobbly mess,
i love to play fetch with you and Aunty
Cos I'm a Scottie; and dat's what we do
How are you today Mollie,
i carry your bra around in my mouth,
your blonde fur makes my heart flutter,
you are truly a flirt,
i love to wear your frilly knickers on my head
Cos I'm a Scottie; and dat's what we do
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Now make sure you 'LIKE' my Bad Poem. I need lots of 'likes' cuz I'm playin catch-up since I entered on the very last day. Have fun hopping to all the "no-talents poets" out there in blogville and reading their Bad Poems. They are all really Bad and Funny.
Wags,
Ranger








