Mouse Droppings: you're a poet and you know it

Happy National Bad Poetry Day!!!

(scroll down for my poem)
For those of you who are not aware, August 18 has been designated National Bad Poetry Day. It is a day to think about everything you've learned about good poetry and do the complete opposite! It's a day to proudly produce your worst crap.

With this in mind, I've reprinted what has been identified as the "worst" poem in Houston this year. It was produced in response to a single line prompt: "Once upon a time, a bird flew to the top of a tree"
The challenge was take the prompt and write the "worst" bad poem. Here is the winner:
(not my poem yet, keep scrolling...)
The Nightingale and the Other Bird
Once upon a time, a bird flew to the top of a tree
It saw a caterpillar on bended knee
Which was odd for caterpillars don't have knees you see
Slurppppppp...breakfast, says the bird with mouth full
Then a nightingale began serenading the satiated bird with her siren song
"You'll be dinner before much long"
Her etiquette was quite alarming as having given away her plans
She pulled off her mask, twittering "Ah HA"and mumbling curses about the high cost of living,
Eating mangoes, dancing tangoes, pelting passersby when ornery
they answered her with raised fists and twisted lips,
sour feelings growing in their tiny, hard hearts as sour and hard as taffy that's not so laughy
Yes, twas th bst uf tymes and th werst uf tymes, with in you and without ryhmes.

I challenge you darlings to take the prompt and do the same. I will also attempt my own bad poem. Please post your bad poems either in my Comments section or, if you have no shame like me, you may post them in your own blog and provide a link. Extra points for bad spelling and grammar, pomposity, and adolescent humor.

(here it is! you may regret this...)

My Own Poetic Dreck

Once upon a time, a bird flew to the top of a tree

I gazed up at the bird; he gazed down at me

Oh little bird! How I wish I could fly!

But alas! I cannot! Why, God? Why?

My heart felt as heavy as the heaviest thing

But then that bird began to sing

It's song was like syrup to my ear (s)

The sweetest song I could ever here

He said to fly you don't need a wing

Like Spongebob said "Imagination" is king!