What's the name of that bad writing contest?

I'd like to make a nomination.
>>THE WIND WAS PUSHING AGAINST THE BACK DOOR LIKE AN IRRITABLE DOG GROWLING TO BE LET OUT BEFORE LEAKING ALL OVER THE FLOOR THAT LATE SUMMER AFTERNOON.
THE WHIRLING SOUND OF THE WINDMILL BLADES WAS DEAFINING AS IT STOOD STEADFAST, IT'S CHEEK TO THE ANGER OF THE STORM ABOUT TO BATTER THE LAND. THE FRESHLY WASHED WHITE SHEETS AND PA'S BIB OVERALLS FLAPPING ON THE CLOTHES LINE LOOKED LIKE KEYS ON A PIANO AS THE WIND STROKED THEM REPEATEDLY IN UNISON WITH THE SOUND FROM THE WINDMILL . EVEN MA'S CHICKENS TOOK TO ROOSTIN EARLIER THAN USUAL BUT NOT WITHOUT A LITTLE COAXING FROM WOOF AS GRANPA WHEELBARROWED IN SOME FRESH HAY FOR THEIR NESTS; OL WOOF SEEMED TO ENJOY ROUNDIN UP THE GIRLS AND MADE SURE EVERY ONE OF EM WAS WHERE THEY WUZ SUPPOSED TO BE BEFORE GRANPA SHUT THE HEN HOUSE DOOR FOR THE NIGHT......I CAN HEAR GRANPA WHISTLING AND TALKING TO THAT OLD BLACK DOG THEY CALLED WOOF AS THEY MADE THEIR WAY BACK TO THE HOUSE, BUT NOT BEFORE HE WALKED AROUND AND CHECKED ON THE COWS AND THE RABBITS TO MAKE SURE THEY WERE SECURE FOR THE NIGHT... <<