Day by Dave by Dave Whamond for August 18, 2023

Unless it’s a bad pun. Those are okey-dokey. Encouraged, even.

Roses are red, violets are blue, I’m schizophrenic, and so am I!

Especially when you’re a poet and you don’t know it.

There once was a man from Japan

Whose limericks never would scan

The reason was

Simply because

He tries to get absolutely everything into the last line that he possibly can

His poetic license has expired

What is Dave putting into his beer?

A bad poetry day

involves all types of word play.

We should all give it a try,

without considering why

the results are not okay.

There was a young girl from Nantucket……

See Dave’s other strip Reality Check, for another example:

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How do you like to go up in a swing,

Up in the air so bad Oh,

I do think it the most unpleasantest thing

Ever a child can do!

Ralph looks like he needs a hug! LOL

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How do you like to go up in a swing,

Up in the air so blue?

Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing

Ever a child can do!

Robert Louis Stevenson

Roses are red,

Fire trucks are red,

Poetry is hard,

Beer.

You all must have an amazing collection of rejection letters from literary magazines!

The roses have wilted,The violets are dead,Sugar is lumpy,And so is my head.

Evening has come, The candles are lit, a good time for me, to go take a ……………little nap.

Poor Mr. Kilmer must be spinning; line #2 of the poem has only one “as”.

Can’t top a poem that has “squirrel” in it.

Another cameo from Ralph – but why on bad poetry day?? I would definitely give it a miss. Especially the ‘poems’ that don’t rhyme and seem to have forgotten what poetic meter means.

Today is Friday and I’m drinking water. Dave makes me laugh but the temps are gettin’ hotter. I’m refilling my cup… I think I need a break. I trip on a toy – ouch! – that was a mistake.

I lost my wallet…

But then, by God, I found it..

Quick…unlock the cards…!

( I call this Haiku “Ecstatic Unfinished Poem #9” )

“Welcome to the endless high school reunion, welcome to past friends and lovers, however kind or cruel.” (It’s about Facebook).

Oh No-etry! Bad Poetry!

rose are red, violets are blue, squirrel! now it’s time to hurl…

Mary had a little watch, she swallowed it one day. She had to take a laxative to pass the time away. The laxative, it did not work, the time it did not pass, if you want to know what time it is look up Mary’s…uncle, he has a watch