Hold it! Before you place your vote, see the DISCLAIMER below in the author's note.

This wasn't planned, but before I try to make them for the first time, here's what I feel about the too abundant bad rhyme:

Bad rhyming when somebody is trying his level best
Should be grounds for capital punishment in a contest.
Bad rhymes are not the only bad rhymes, literally,
So I'll provide one kind I abominate so bitterly:
When the wretch relinquishes his intended point,
And stretches so darn far he throws his back out of joint!
Such a dilettante is a blackguard, a slacker, and worse!
It takes temerity to dump on us that bad verse.
Don't penalize his poor kin, get them a real good hearse.

Since the contest writer (I don't mean to spite her)
Declined to define her concept of "bad rhyming,"
Considering the limited timing, I wrote the above without much fun.
I tried to replicate the kind of stuff we all here hate
Doing my best to do my worst, and again without fun, this is what I done:

(The above wasn't the bad rhyming I referred to;
it was just my point of view, in rhyme - the way I write all the time.
If you think it was the worst bad rhyming ever penned, do you intend that thought to be praise or not?
To be or not to be? If bad is good, and worse is more so, then, more confusing is what I penned below.)

It's the below, I feel, that exemplifies the earnest guys who have no clue to how phew! is the goo they spew all the time;
they think it's poetry because of the rhyme.
I could make the rhymes worse in the verse,
but I shoot for verisimilitude.

The below:

America the Beautiful

America is the perfect place
For every single sep'rate race,
The nation of which we all can be proud.
And you can stand right up and speak out loud.
Because this is the home of the brave and land of the free,
And everyone can say whatever he wants, even you and me.
We welcome one and all from all over the world,
And you can salute our flag and see it unfurled.
You will have to pledge your loyalty,
To this country without royalty,
where you can have city or country life,
And exist without all that foreign strife.
When you come, you'll want to stay
In the good old USA!

Disclaimer: Attention all Fantorians from Vladivostok to Nome
(including everyone, taking the long way around, covering more ground with the western route, including the Earth's circumference north to south, and back around), I disclaim the above poem!