By Mersera Alvaro

For what the world if

and what of who but

when could one devise

a bulldozer for how and

then but never could I

sometimes maybe why

gibbons fly for my love

for purchase do I buy

a sandwhich?

Hey nanny ninny!

Hey penny loo!

Find a nickel to make a

great white maul a bearing

for when I but they and we

and for whatever reason

flop down a flop-flip-flop

like waves crashing on the shore.

Take that, Lewis Carroll.

Author's Note: This "worst poem ever" was written for creative writing class, the theory being that whoever could write the worst poem... could also write the best. This poem tied for first.