Terrible Poetry – ‘Twas the Night Before Christmas

Sheri's Giant Gingebread Man 2017Ah, such fun! I came across this on Myths of the Mirror and thought I’d try my hand at one. (BELOW) Here’s the scoop…

Every week, Chelsea Owens offers a prompt for her Terrible Poetry Contest. Horrible and Hilarious! Want to try your hand at some terrible poetry? It’s harder than it looks!

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From Chelsea:

1. The topic is ‘Twas the Night Before Christmas. This is my LEAST FAVORITE poem in the entire world – whenever it’s parodied. Therefore; I normally feel that every idiot who goes about with “‘Twas the night before Christmas” on his lips, should be boiled with his own pudding, and buried with a stake of holly through his heart; but this week you’re getting a pass. Strangely enough, I love the original. I have at least three favorite stanzas in there.

2. What’s the limit? For the love of my own sanity and yours, please keep it to eight or nine stanzas, maximum. That’s about the point of the original where we read I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.

3. It’s gotta rhyme. At the end of the line. Make it fine.

4. Remember, remember: the poem needs to be terrible… 

(For the rest of the rules, the deadline, and to read some terrible poetry entries: The Fifth Weekly Terrible Poetry Contest)

Here’s my Attempt:

‘Twas the night before Christmas and all through the office

The peeps were all fluey and all full of coughses

Their eyes hung in bags with bulging lids droopy

Their answers to emails were all nincompoopy

They swallowed more syrup and dreamed of their beds

While blurred visions of monitors multiplied in their heads

The holiday was coming, they leaned upon that

While doing their darndest not to barf in their hats

A bottle of OJ, another pain pill

They pushed around paper, just an hour to kill

Away to the door they stumbled in stupors

A stop at the party and boy were they poopers

At last up their driveways they wove their way home.

And fell in their beddi-byes to spend Christmas alone.

-by Sheri J. Kennedy, yes that’s the entity All Rights Reserved (though hardly deserved)

 

11 thoughts on “Terrible Poetry – ‘Twas the Night Before Christmas”

  1. This is so true to my life right now because I have four kids and they keep dropping over sick. 🙂 Thanks for entering! You’re too good a poet to win this week; keep ‘trying.’ 😉

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  2. H, Sheri, many thanks for visiting and following my blog. I loved this terrible poem which I saw on Diana Wallace Peach’s Twitter feed. I followed you back. Season’s Greetings to you and yours, 🙂

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