IF bathing were a virtue, not a lust,
I would be dirtiest.

To some, housecleaning is a holy rite.
For myself, houses would be empty
But for the golden motes dancing in sunbeams.

Tax-assessors frequently overlook valuables.
Today they noted my jade.
But my memory of you escaped them.

--Anne Knish, Opus 118



reverent entertainment presents

Anne Knish Poetry Contest

The contest is named after the keystone of the
Spectric School of Poetry.

The challenge is to produce the most idiotic poem ever written.

Submit your tripe!

The deadline is September 1st 2007. Afterward the poems will be displayed on this webpage and the visitors will be offered to vote. The Loser will be announced on January 1, 2008.


One of entries:

The 1st and the last zero, Ace-pilot scared of flying

I knew the mathematician
the zero
the king of kings
and his little dog.

He told me too
and everyone else
about the zero
the king of kings and
his little dog

He impressed me
secretly, he is the was,
he is the is,
he was the is
you and I both knew
he always was.

Stupid is that!
How stupid was that?
Totally! Why!
he was scared of flying!

--By the real fake Albert Einstein


More entries

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