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Let's get ready to .......... STINK UP THE JOINT! Please read the instructions carefully - just because this is AWFUL poetry doesn't mean there are not rules! To qualify for this round, please hit "REPLY" to this post, and write a chained *Haiku of no less than three and no more than six stanzas about an awful, disappointing, or stinky holiday gift you received. You must post your entry by 11:59am WDC time tomorrow (Tues), when I will close this round and begin puking judging. Make sure the entire text of your poem appears in your post. If you want to have your putridness reviewed, create a static item and then include a bitem link within the post of your poem. (This is not a requirement.) The winner will make me laugh the hardest while at the same time make me want to gouge my eyes out after reading it. Good luck! And feel free to ask questions or make comments over in "Invalid Item" (not in this forum, thanks)! The Wurst Christmas Gift My mother-in-law was not fond of me and let me know each Christmas. One year she gave her son an expensive tennis racket - I got socks. The next year he got a beautiful blue Nike warm-up suit. My box was the same size and from the same store. I was sure I got one to match! Alas, it was not to be. Instead of Nike I got grey Hanes sweats, a black cat face on the front of the sweat shirt, a tail on my butt. Hissssss! *A Haiku is a three-line poem with a 5/7/5 syllable count. |