Author: Steve Cavers

Honestly, I didn’t think this through completely when I started posting the old “Bad Poetry” entries. Whatever readership that I had previously has now been driven away — if not completely incapacitated by vile verse and dreadful doggerel.

This is, of course, the fifth part of my oh-my-god-why-are-they-so-many-parts series exploring real examples of poetry written by Second Lifers. In late 2003 and early 2004, I held a series of Bad Poetry Contests, in which avatars were given only fifteen minutes and 8 sort-of-random words in which to create the most painful poetry imaginable. All of these poems were improvised. All of these poems were better off never having been written in the first place.

Today’s entries originate from the evening of November 18, 2003. The words: dinosaur, extinguish, hiccup, mime, poultry, uvula, vaccinate, and wobble. I’ll start with my own contribution to this festival of nausea. Continue reading “Bad Poetry of Second Life, Part 5”

The date today is, of course, 10/10/10  (alternatively, it’s 10/10/10 if you use European format). To nerds all over the planet, it’s obvious that 101010 is binary for the number 42, which is the answer to the ultimate question of life, the universe and everything. As far as significant dates go, this is a big one.

Honestly, it’s unlikely that today’s selection of bad poetry will answer any ultimate questions, but they would most likely please a Vogon.

To those who don’t read this site regularly: In 2003 and 2004, I held a series of “Bad Poetry Contests” in which contestants were given 15 minutes and a selection of perhaps-not-so-random words to write a poem so distressingly awful, it could be considered a dangerous weapon in the wrong hands. Today’s selection is from November 11, 2003. The random words: gourd, hemp, indigestion, kangaroo, pelvis, salad, skimp, and zither.

First up is the esteemed architect, Lordfly Digeridoo. Continue reading “Bad Poetry of Second Life, Part 4”

Welcome to PAIN. Muahahaha! This, of course, is part three of a too-many-part series of actual stinky poetry written by Second Lifers (see part 1 and part 2).

Back in late 2003 and early 2004, I hosted several poetry contests. The challenge: in only 15 minutes, and given eight random words to include, write a poem that’s so awful, your eyes bleed from the reading of it.

In today’s installment, we turn the wayback machine to November 4, 2003. The random words: deposit, dolly, erogenous, flipper, giggle, sublime, slimy, and tapestry. Continue reading “Bad Poetry of Second Life, Part 3”

As I mentioned in my previous post, in late 2003 and early 2004, I hosted a series of poetry contests in Second Life. The challenge: to write the absolute worst poem possible in fifteen minutes, while incorporating eight randomly-chosen words. The virtual poets rose to the challenge, and the results would nauseate even a Vogon.

Seven years later, I am revisiting selections of vile verse and posting them here for your reading discomfort. You may recognize some names.

This selection of stinky stanza are dredged up from the evening of October 28, 2003. The random words of the day: boat, strangulate, hearse, pasty, hat, carp, and recline. Continue reading “Bad Poetry of Second Life, Part 2”