As you’ve (hopefully) heard by now, MJL is running a Bad Poetry Contest–where you get the opportunity to submit your worst poetry (or in my case, my best), with great prizes to be had. But you all may have some competition. Heeb Magazine is reporting that everyone’s favorite British Jew (No, not Benjamin Disraeli), Harry Potter, otherwise known as Daniel Radcliffe, submitted some pretty terrible poetry to Rubbish Magazine a couple years ago. He did so under the very Jewish name of Jacob Gershon.
Here is a reprint of one of his poems (beware of some language):
Beside these verdurous and wind-blown fronds
I lie with two long-legged, glistening blondes.
The wisps of comb-over that I call hair
Are slowly bleaching in the sunlit air
Thatâ€™s also turning orange the skin I wear.
The wife thinks Iâ€™m on some dull business trip!
â€˜Poor b****,â€™ I think and take another sip
Of sweet champagne with no hint of remorse.
I mean why would you bother with divorce?
Itâ€™s so much easier to slip away
And put a week aside so you can play
Without the chance of ever getting caught
And leaving her and Robert so distraught
That they would never speak to me again.
What is the point in causing all that pain?
Itâ€™s better to protect your son and wife
And casually build up a secret lifeâ€¦
Soon they will want their money and Iâ€™ll pay,
Oh, but who cares? I make five grand a day!
My buzzing phone reminds me of this trick,
I tell her Iâ€™m busy, my God sheâ€™s thick.
She always just accepts, never inquires.
Which is just what I want with my desires,
To sweep off suddenly Overseas
And **** whoever I bloody well please.
In every port a new exotic squeeze
And I mean it when I say exotic,
My carnal exploits have been quite quixotic!…
No doubt Iâ€™d be incapable of saying it,
But I donâ€™t mind if thereâ€™s no trouble paying it.
Too soon Iâ€™ll go back to my family
And enter through the door and there will see
The trusting faces of my wife and child
Whom, without their knowledge, I have defiled