Thursday, May 22, 2014

Bad Writing of the Day ....

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Another "winner" in the Bulwer-Lytton bad sentence writing contest:

Once upon a time, a very very very long time ago (ever so long ago), a teeny tiny weeny furry bear (smaller than most) named Norbert Smythe lived with a great many other teeny tiny weeny fury bears in a cozy cave lined with cupboards filled with gooey treats fixed by Norbert's mummy (who loved him just as much as ...your mummy loves you and always tucked him into his teeny tiny weeny furry bed each night and dressed him each morning in little blue coveralls and a red and white stripped jersey and a cunning little sailor hat) in the middle, the absolute center, of a great big huge enormous forest and lots of bunnies and squirrels and mice and ducks and quite a few lambs and puppies and just a few kittens lived just around the corner so Norbert had ever so many exciting adventures and all-round fun times; this is the story of just one of those all-round fun times and if you like this story, you can ask mummy and daddy to buy you all the rest of the forty-seven books in this series.

Gail Cain, San Francisco, CA
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