Dead centipedes and Paula Abdul

My friend Tara just shared this horrible poem, which she deems as the worst poem known to mankind. I think she may be right. She found it in an anthology of poems from schools across Canada, and it's written by Pauline Rueger (then age 16). Tara says that the anthology copyright includes 10% allowable mocking, so yay!

It is just so very bad that I have to share it.

Yesterday

Yesterday I found
a potato chip bag,
a newspaper,
a centipede,
and you.

The potato chip bag
was empty.
The newspaper was
last week's.
The centipede
was dead.
And you were
not for me.

Alas, yesterday was a failure.
Some days just don't pay.

So very, very bad. And Paula Abdul is so very, very ridiculous. This is on my AOL welcome screen today.

She does realize it's a reality show, right? And that she still has Y-chromosomer Bo, suitable for drooling and swooning (in the opinion of some, anyway)?