The Dud Poetry Challenge
April 16, 2006
What follows are a few snippets from the poem written and read by Bec Cartwright at her wedding to Lleyton Hewitt:
“I really don’t know where to start,
but I definitely know you’ve captured my heart”
“When we decided to meet,
we went up the street for something to eat”
“This is only the start of our dream together,
But I promise to love you until forever”
“I can’t wait to start my life with you,
Just being together, our dreams will come true”
“I have no doubt I’m glad to be your wife,
And being with me is now a part of your life”
“Having a family with you makes me so glad,
I know I’ll never get sad”
The Dud Poetry Challenge is a quest to make an even better poem by allowing it to be authored by numerous people. If you can think up a romantic line to add to the poem, simply submit it as a post. As time goes by the poem will grow.
Just follow the guidelines:
1) It must rhyme. It doesn’t matter how much you have to force it, or use bad grammar, it MUST rhyme.
2) It’s better to mix up the number of syllables so that there really isn’t a natural rhythmn. Take the last example above – 12 syllables in the first line, 7 in the next. Genius.
3) Try to make some of them two liners (eg “You are a real treasure, I’ll love you forever”), while others three (“If I had a big chart, you could see graphically that you have my heart, even when you do a smelly fart”). The lack of consistency keeps everyone on their toes.
April 16, 2006 at 5:25 pm
When you proposed to me you got down on your knees
I was so excited that I couldn’t finish my cheese
Meeting you means that I’ve been quite lucky
I love you even more than my yellow rubber ducky
And for people who don’t know you, it’s a bit sucky
April 22, 2006 at 11:38 am
I hope we never ever fight
Coz I love you more than a pig loves shite
April 24, 2006 at 12:03 pm
When I shoot a free throw
I’m focussed, but thinking of you though.
Running up and down the court
Reminds me that you’re just my sort
And makes me want to drink a port.
May 8, 2006 at 2:25 pm
The land of the Dud,
where we all are duds,
and life is a dud,
why not eat a spud!
So stay out of the mud,
worship the Dud,
and stay clean in the suds!
May 16, 2006 at 10:02 am
I'd like to dedicate this to my husband
Late at night I cannot sleep
And your snores are all I can hear
Because you went to the Dud
And you and [Edit - DudWatch Rule #1: Name no names!] had too much beer.
I toss and turn and sigh,
I try to kick you but it doesn't work
I end up sleeping in the other room
Because you are a passed out jerk.