2012 Finalists - Vote Now!

The judges have decided! Here at last are the three finalists from this year's run of the best in bad prose and poetry. Thank you to everyone who took up the challenge and sent us their cleverly contrived entries - we certainly had a lot of fun reading them and hope you did too - all entries are posted below. Congratulations to our two finalists, the pseudonymous "Sam N. Cook" and Lee Goodman for entering into the spirit of the occasion so well. And thank you to our two judges, Nancy Lord and Bill Sherwonit, who graciously reprised their roles as Alaska's arbiters of tongue-in-cheek literary bad taste.

We have been unable to set up a poll link, so please email your choice to 49writers@gmail.com. All voting will be held in strictest confidence.  Results will be announced here and on the 49 Writers blog on Monday, August 13.

2012 FINALISTS

One fish, two fish, red fish, more red fish

By “Sam N. Cook”

Cooler of blue

salmon of red

Now they’re alive,

soon they’ll be dead.

Blood lust be howlin’

under the clouds

Our neighboring netters

are boisterous and loud.

It’s not yet eleven

but that one dude is drunk

and hollering at me

to come check out his trunk

full of fish I should envy

but I cannot go near

‘cuz it’s way too early

to smell that much beer.

Veering away

toward my friends and our nets

How is it possible,

I think with regret,

twenty years an Alaskan

but first time dipnetting.

It’s a regional ritual

I’m finally getting.

An hour and a half and

we’re already done

with ten fish for the two of us.

But the fun’s just begun.

Did I mention I did not

grow up around fish,

nor gutting, nor cleaning,

and hours later I wish

we had just stopped at five.

But we’re not that bright,

so we two first-timers

were up late that night.

Would I do it again?

In a heartbeat I’m thinking,

but next time around,

I too will be drinking.

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Ode to a Dead Salmon 1

By Lee Goodman

A salmon that rots in the silt

Is like Onan whose seed would soon wilt.

Onan wanted no lads,

But the fish wanted scads,

So into the silt both spilt milt.

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Ode to a Dead Salmon 2

By Lee Goodman

I love salmon, I said with a smile,
Not knowing this fish had turned vile
So appetite whetted,
I ate what was fetid
And barfed till I only had bile.

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