Almanac Poetry: Rampantly Bad Poets’ Society


The Passion of Creation, by Leonid Pasternak, 19th century, exact date unknown. [Source: Wikimedia Commons.]



Rampantly Bad Poets’ Society


They sit around the lounge room
at their monthly meetings
reading the tripe they write.


One old man gets misty-eyed
reciting his bush ballad
– one hundred years out of date, mind –


about a faithful dog that died
leaving his tearful master,
a crusty, weatherworn droving type,


bereft of his only worldly companion.
He deserved to have
his sheaf of papers


shoved up his arse and rotated.
Another reader
at this deplorable gathering,


a senior lecturer in English,
used the word ‘deconstruction’
fifteen times in a thirty line poem


– he should have known
the word
is taboo


when it comes
to writing


The final reader
at this lamentable
conspiracy of profane souls


did the bloke-in-the-wheat-town-gum-tree-shtick,
where the noble farm labourer
read Paradise Lost every evening


in his bungalow
by torchlight,
freight trains rumbling by in the background.


This ‘poet’ would not have agreed
with the grey-bearded wonder, Father Marx,
about the ‘idiocy of rural life.’


… I left the monthly meeting
of The Rampantly Bad Poets’ Society
determined to write about them


in tercets,
with no rhymes




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Kevin Densley is a graduate of both Deakin University and The University of Melbourne. He has taught writing and literature in numerous Victorian universities and TAFES. He is a poet and writer-in-general. His fifth book-length poetry collection, Please Feed the Macaws ... I'm Feeling Too Indolent, was published in late 2023 by Ginninderra Press. He is also the co-author of ten play collections for young people, as well as a multi Green Room Award nominated play, Last Chance Gas, which was published by Currency Press. Other writing includes screenplays for educational films.


  1. Ha Ha! Good one Kev, but crikey, we’ve all been to a night like that, and got thrown out for laughing!

  2. Kevin Densley says

    Ah – the good old days, Jim!

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