Bloody Awful Poetry

[white avenger]

Spike has gotten a commission to write a small volume of poetry about life in the Buffyverse in order to make a little extra blood and cigarette money. And, wouldn't you just know? He's struck with writer's block. I just thought that it would be the courteous thing to do if all true Buffy fans would contribute a few lines of either original poetry or plagerize some from other poets to fill Spike's book. Just make your contribution sound like something that our favorite Bloody Awful Poet would actually write or quote. For instance...

I wish I was an apple tree,
With apples big and red,
And every time that Angel walked by,
I'd drop one on his head.

I think that's about as bloody awful as anything Spike would ever write.

Or maybe something like those little short Japanese things that don't rhyme that Buffy's so fond of...

A world of darkness
She is my sun
My very soul

(I don't do Haiku very well)

Come on, now. Funny, sad, inspirational, angry, happy, your choice. Just make it somehow appropriate.

 

[xaphania]

I think my bad poetry would rival Spike's, so I'm just going to put up a link to Tea at the Ford:

The Chapbook of William the Bloody Rhymer

 

[LoveLoveLovix]

Why Nobody Should Criticize My Poetry
(by Spike)

Hark! The masses convey my spiels are deficient
Yet I do not observe their cadence and verse.
I grasp that their blood is of vital nutrition,
Though I'm willing to bet that it tastes a lot worse.

Their arrogant hearts presume but one conviction
They cannot recall through their conceited strife
That my life is endless, with infinite friction
And fangs, with which I can end a bloody life.

Their ceaseless taunts of my every poem
Will ultimately lead to a fangy demise
As I chug their blood like a jeroboam
And laugh as I win the Nobel Prize.

 

[FetalPig]

Inside me
this whirlpool
sink or swim?