thats the sign of a good father no doubt, but giving away money to make the life of your family better is not what matters, but it is good to be selfless as a father 10

L6---This is unwelcome here...What is unwelcome? I can't tell if this is self-pity or bragging. The message is very mixed.

Ah. I see. You are metamorphosing.

A shag with a rusty spoon.

An unreadable bubbling puddle of solidifying pigeon shit. You're proud I'm sure.

Grammar check please.

Ghirardelli totally ruined chocolate for me.

Sometimes I wonder how people like you survie in this world without dying of stupidity. 9/11 was sad and everything, but compared to the millions of people in other countries who die of stupid shit like the flu every fucking day, 3,000 people dying is nothing to complain about. Dipshit.

I don't like many poems on this site. This one's not bad.8

'that horrible day Remembering all those innocent people lost The U.S. staying strong' Of course, had all the innocent lives lost resulted in America becoming a feeble shivering wreck, it might just have been worth it.

I think the term 'Limerick' may have been copyrighted by someone else. It is a verse where line 1,2,5 rhyme, and 3,4 rhyme.

okay, I was tolerating the expression because the meter is perfect up to stanza three. I think, too, btw that you've just barely straddled the comfortable side of unforced rhyme - so, not bad in that regard.

Very good humor!

Your sense of humor is excellent.

Wonderful special as it may be, I think I'd rather have an order of pus filled ear blisters for an appetizer. Then cancerous hip lesions with a side of kneecaps, The intestine salad,no spleen please, a glass of Brut with a meniscal fluid chaser, and for dessert, a powdered donut. Up my nose. A bit of ground limestone on the salad please. Thank you.

So what you're saying is that you have a series of moral principles which determine your behaviour, but then you reveal that the only reason for following them is the practical concern of avoiding a stroke.

Often, I will wallow in the stench of my own gas. I'll protect myself and nostril flare me a force field of sheer french fried will.

mewl.

Clang clan clonk bonk clink rattle thaboing.

I could care less that you people call me stupid or whatever and hate my poem. Just for your information not that it matters, but I'm only 14 years old. And I know that there are lots of more things going on in this world like people dying of AIDS and other things. It hurts me that they are. I do respect everything you all said.