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Bob, please put me down for a copy of the first printing of your book. May I suggest a title (always the hardest part)? How about "Bad Verse Gets Worse".
I hope you will write a Foreword about how we all discouraged you and said you couldn't do it, but you persisted and the reader is holding the proof in his and her hands and no one should ever give up. I always dutifully read the Forewords and Prefaces and Introductions, and Afterwords and Index of First Lines and when they are heroically worded like yours will be, it brings tears to my eyes and hope to my thumping heart. I am devoted to Lewis Carroll and Ogden Nash and I think your flimsy little offerings are very like a whale. Honest I do. |
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Signed, Cantor, Whitworth, Gwynn, a few ladies who don't want their names mentioned, and me Humph! |
What are you talking about? I met Cantor. He's what? 27? Maybe 32, tops?
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Ogden Nash is apropos. Didn't he say that he had a choice between being a bad Good Poet or a good Bad Poet and chose the latter? What Bob is showing us in this thread is a bunch of top-notch Bad Poetry. Excellent bad stuff. & yes, I would read a book of it.
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I have been acknowledged by another repulsive bunch but as yet no glittering prize or fame has been offered. |
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Nice save. :rolleyes: |
Janet, and you didn't go? Think about the film star. It might have been Tom Cruise. Or even better, it might not. I once received a cheque from the fair hands of J.K. Rowling herself. She's very short. The cheque was very small.
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Here I am, answering myself. And here is a poem by me which is worse than anything on this thread. It must be by me because it is on the poetry.com site and my name is on the bottom. Must have written it in my sleep. Someone must have written it is their sleep.Come on Sam. It was you. I herby repudiate copyright. Anyone can have it. Of course there could be another John Whitworth poet. In which case alter JW YOU MUST DIE!!!
Untitled As my life as moved Like fingers through clear blue crystal water, I have come to know people Who ripple the stream that is me Bright, Beautiful, and Breathtaking Who stand at a road of opportunity I can't look at her Not without seeing images that Would sadden me in some way I can't see her I can't taste the ruby prism lips Or press my lips lightly against her Kissing every square inch of that face without knowing the bitter truths (for now) And tasting them like ill medicine. John Whitworth Copyright ©2009 John Whitworth |
It is wise of you to append the copyright sign, John. Good bad poets often neglect to do so, though most bad poets always remember. Is that what I meant to say? I'm not sure. But hopefully you will sort it out.
BTW. Is Cantor real? I thought that he was a myth used to frighten bad little poets with. |
Michael Cantor is a bad good poet of indeterminate age.
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