Tonight in 309 Havemeyer at 8:30 pm, the Philolexian Society invites you to “celebrate mediocrity in a form that is less violent than Lions football” at the 27th Alfred Joyce Kilmer Bad Poetry Contest.
Anyone who attends can show off their horrible writings skills in front of a huge crowd – over 300 attendees in recent years. Faculty judges Julie Crawford, Jennie Kassanoff, and Anne Prescott will award prizes and the title of Poet Laureate of the Philolexian Society.
Keep in mind the words of Oscar Wilde: “All bad poetry springs from genuine feeling.” Get writing!
The ever-witty Mr. Wilde via Wikimedia Commons
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@AndEnnuiGo Alas, I fear I came too late/(So said I to an angry mate)/And so the prize or crown or cap/Has been lost for want of hap/And though I’ll rant and cry and pout/”Had I come on time, I may’ve pulled out!”/But be that so, ’tis my regret/That now you’ve only these couplets/And had I not been in the pews/My name in glory might be news/And for all those who read this rhyme…/Next time, really, I’ll come on time! –XO and Ennui Go
@You can come late! You can also arrive late! The contest lasts until 11 pm, if you have a late class or work or something.
@From last year's winning (losing?) poem "My Love is Like a Metaphor" My love is like the color green
Not because I’m jealous
But because it’s your favorite color
My love is like a kangaroo
It includes a warm pouch
That you can crawl into
When you feel like a “blind, furless, miniature newborn”
It also gives you access to my nipples
@Best line My love is like a farmer/ it deals with all your bullshit
@Van Owen As I sit, broken hearted/ I came/ to shit/ but only farted…
@Anonymous Philo is the BEST! If you’re unsure, you need to come to this event! There’s nothing else like it on campus. It is the funniest event all year.
@Anonymous “Mediocrity” is too generous a term for Lions football. Heck, so is “football.”