An insult poem is just what you’d think, a poem that insults someone. We don’t want to hurt anyone, though, so if you are really insulting someone you know, either change the person’s name and disguise the person or don’t show the poem to your victim.
Try for fourteen lines or more in your insult poem, but please write at least ten. If you like, your poems can rhyme, but they don’t have to.
Examples:
This short one from ancient Greece:
Lift sunward your considerable nose,
fling wide th’abyss of your mouth,
And you’ll make a presentable sun-dial for all who pass by.
This one, found online (and improved by me):
If I wanted to kill myself
I’d climb your belief in your brilliance
and plummet to your IQ
Walter Raleigh’s epitaph on the Earl of Leicester:
Here lies the noble Warrior that never blunted sword;
Here lies the noble Courtier that never kept his word;
Here lies his Excellency that governed all the state;
Here lies the Lord of Leicester that all the world did hate.
“Five-Finger Exercise,”
by T.S. Eliot
How unpleasant to meet Mr. Eliot!
With his features of clerical cut,
And his brow so grim
And his mouth so prim
And his conversation, so nicely
Restricted to What Precisely
And If and Perhaps and But.
How unpleasant to meet Mr. Eliot!
With a bobtail cur
In a coat of fur
And a porpentine cat
And a wopsical hat:
How unpleasant to meet Mr. Eliot!
- Porpentine is an archaic word meaning porcupine.
- Wopsical is a nonsense word