We love a National day here at Austin Macauley and August 18^th marks National Bad Poetry Day!

Whether you’re an established writer, poet or creative – this is a fantastic day for everyone to get involved with and try their hand at writing some bad poetry.

What are the rules to bad poetry day? Well…. there aren’t any! This could mean anything from famous poems that are truly awful, to not conforming to poetic rules and writing something tremendously dodgy.

In homage to National Bad Poetry Day, we thought we’d have a crack at writing our very own terrible poems. We asked our staff to submit their poetic pieces, to be shared with everyone!

We hope you enjoy some of our bad poems and urge you to send us your own disastrous creations on Facebook and Twitter.

If you’re in the mood for some well written, inspiring poetry, you can find an eclectic variety on our website today.

Thesaurus with love

Blush endures claret,

Amethyst inhabits dejection,

Glucose abides charm,

As a consequence, thus thee addition.

Radio head to Google Translate

Plastic cosmetics

Friends of the organisation

The global error is invalid.

The fact that he was revolutionary

There is a dance plan in town.

Take it.

It has a broken mind.

Burning tribe

While near the scene

At first, he

To 80 women

However, gravity of force is constantly used.

Ode to Frogs Legs

I love frogs’ legs for my dinner

I love frogs’ legs for my tea

I love frogs’ legs in the morning

For breakfast I have three

I love frogs’ legs fried

With some onions on the side

Boiled, poached or in a roast

I sometimes like them on French toast

Oh yes! I love frogs’ legs

Not their bodies, arms of heads

Without my frogs’ legs

I would rather be dead

I love frogs’ legs for my dinner

I love frogs’ legs for my tea

I love frogs’ legs because

They are the ONLY legs for me.

Language barriers

Fig the Green Terror sat in the Shipwrecks Hull,

He thinks of himself as fierce as a shark, not any shark, a Bull!

Cobra the Pike cichlid loves to munch on Shrimp,

He calls them quite the wimp!

Leopard the Snowball Plecostomus is frosty at best,

He will not share his cave with the other fish, what a pest!

The four Keyhole Cichlids are the best quadruple act,

They are the funniest of all, that is a fact!

As they travelled the rivers and spread their words,

The other fish repeated, in a variety of languages, they now thought themselves as quite the nerds!

When they heard their rhyme back is seemed a bit stirred,

They were very surprised at what they heard!

For the lake of fish repeated their story back as they slurred:

“Pic Green Terror in the wreck,

He considered himself as violent as a girl, not like any shark, a cop!”

“Cid Cobra de Pike loves to cuddle trimmings

He called it pretty sissy!”

“Leopard the Snowball Plecostomus is Glace in the Best,

He will not share his hay with the other fish, for a plague!”

“The four keyhole cichlids are the best quad.

They are the funniest of all, that is a fact!”

Rachel

There once was a girl called Rachel

Who owned a thing called a grey shell

But it fell on the floor

Now it exists no more

And that made her want to say hell

Just a terrible poem

Oh freddled gruntbuggly,

Thy micturations are to me,

As plurdled gabbleblotchits, in midsummer morning

On a lurgid bee,

That mordiously hath blurted out,

Its earted jurtles, grumbling

Into a rancid festering confectious organ squealer.

Now the jurpling slayjid agrocrustles,

Are slurping hagrilly up the axlegrurts,

And living glupules frart and stipulate,

Like jowling meated liverslime,

Groop, I implore thee, my foonting turlingdromes,

And hooptiously drangle me,

With crinkly bindlewurdles,mashurbitries.

Or else I shall rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon,

See if I don't!