Here is an instance of real stupid poetry: "When I think of Today"
Our Day is gone and still I think, a memory it will be As off-the-tracks as it seems at this time I must stop, collect my wits, and appreciate a holiday spree. My fifteen year-old daughter prepared the meal rhyme Grandma enjoyed it and Uncle John, up for all to see, And blogging my escape, lavishing... Sign in to see full entry.