Should have started this sooner. Anyway, tomorrow I’m hosting a holiday party for my writers group. Unfortunately, one of our members passed away on Thanksgiving Day, and it’s our first time meeting without him. He always had a running joke about hating poetry (since most of it is so bad), so I figured I would read some terrible poetry in his honor.
Give me your worst!
Bonus points if it’s about grief.
Have you considered Vogon poetry? One example is the poem Ode to a Small Lump of Green Putty I Found in My Armpit One Midsummer Morning.
ETA: whoops, sorry that’s Azgoths of Kria poetry, not Vogon. Though both types are pretty bad
I assume you’re familiar with the great William McGonagall?
Who will be remembered for a very long time.
Victorian Scottish poet William McGonagall’s “Tay Bridge Disaster” is renowned as one of the worst published poetic works in history.
(Drat, ninja’d!)
Although very dated, this may not fit some definitions of “bad”:
Full poem in this article > https://phillipafallon.blogspot.com/
How about Data’s poem for his pet cat in TNG.
“Felis catus is your
taxonomic nomenclature,
An endothermic quadruped,
carnivorous by nature;
Your visual, olfactory,
and auditory senses
Contribute to your hunting skills
and natural defenses.
I find myself intrigued
by your subvocal oscillations,
A singular development
of cat communications
That obviates your basic
hedonistic predilection
For a rhythmic stroking of your fur
to demonstrate affection.
A tail is quite essential
for your acrobatic talents;
You would not be so agile
if you lacked its counterbalance.
And when not being utilised
to aid in locomotion,
It often serves to illustrate
the state of your emotion.
O Spot, the complex levels
of behavior you display
Connote a fairly well-developed
cognitive array.
And though you are not sentient, Spot,
and do not comprehend,
I nonetheless consider you
a true and valued friend.”
That’s pretty damn good, if you ask me. Nowhere near qualified for a bad-poetry reading. But it’s the OP’s call, of course.
I’ve got a great one, but I’m just checking on our fair use rules before posting it. I can’t find a link to the poem, so I’ll either be able to post it here (attributed, of course!) or send it to you in a PM. Hope to have an answer shortly.
Ok, with @engineer_comp_geek’s kind guidance, I’ve learned I can’t republish the poem here without violating fair use. So I’ll send it to you via PM. A shame, IMHO, because it still makes me laugh after all these years!
How about “Lines on the Antiquity of Microbes”, by Strickland Gillian?
Oof, we might have a winner.
Glad you like it. 
It’s the funniest bad poem I’ve ever run across.
Thank you. I will be taking all of these under consideration.
Title? Author?
Eternal Love, by Vince Devlin. If you find a link, I’d be grateful if you post it. I looked and found nothing.
I think I’m going to have to include some lines here. He loved horror, so the dead rising imagery connects.
And he loved dogs.
More info here:
A small effort by myself (though of course William McGonagall is the master!)
The boy stood on the burning deck,
Whence all but he had fled,
His Mum had told him what to do,
But he’d forgotten what she’d said.
Thank you. 
Whilst reading this fine thread, a poetry extract about snow popped into my head … where is it from?
(I assume McGonagall…)
inches three,
to inches three foot four