Well I don’t know the poem, but I don’t think the worst poem can be a parody (sorry, that goes for Paula Nancy Millstone Jennings too).
The worst poem must be sincerly bad.
Blake?! No!
Ok the symmetry/eye thing as always annoyed the hell out of me too, but only BECAUSE it was such a good poem.
“And did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the lamb make thee?”
Hey, good question.
Blake doesn’t belong in a discussion of worst poems anymore than Williams does.
I was thinking…who was that guy, very popular in the 60’s, name starts with an “M”. I remember he was pretty horrible. I also have totally repressed his memory. But if anybody knows what I talking about, I think he could be a contender.