I realize that poets the world over are currently cringing at my flagrant disregard of the finer points of the double dactyl form. That's why I called it bad poetry.

However, let it not be thought that I am a cruel and uncaring individual. I love humanity, and I would never want to see the poets up and kill themselves. Therefore, I have written a second poem which more closely follows the rules of double dactyl poetry.

The Banes of My Existence

Higgledy Poggledy
Zekiel Albion
Stinks to the heavens like
Mister Matt Dart

Cliché on cliché their
Characters reek like an
Über-malodorous
Bean dip caused fart