Back to bad poetry.

I've decided that attempting to write a poem of epic proportions based on a story that I once started that I actually like would be a bad choice for "Bad Poetry Writing Month." If it turned out badly, it would be unintentional, which would hurt my feelings. So I'm back to the idea of writing truly horrible poetry on mundane and prosaic topics. Two more days. Natalie, where are you? Are you writing? Jack? Jeff? Stephanie? No pressure.