kingit
on Gilded Stumps of Olde (AN STORY THAT IS NOT AN POEME) by -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I.
10 Oct 2003, 2:34 PM
yuk-yuck
This poem is nowhere near as excellent as the title would suggest.
I am in awe of your imagery.
Before you go... could you remove my penis from the worst list? It's been up there for over a year, see, and it's beginning to feel a slight draft.
Some good poems today from you, congratulations. 9
good job, keep up the good work, pay no attention to the jerks who have no respect for anything, write more, 10/10
Therapist or orchidess?
(...three more inches of flattop to rock my world harder... funny)
Appetizing, very.
I can't get past the first sentence. Is that the first sentence?
Nicely and humorously done.
Haiku is way beyound me, so I can not comment on form. It does make me feel sadness for both parties with the few words you used.
A good poeme but a sad mark on humanity. The problems in Palestine aren't something to joke about. Still' mayby they have a comparable poem about the Trade Center?
I have heard this all before...endlessly by lots of people. So what if it is lyrical?
Dirt.
Tell me what's in heaven? If you can spare some words about its contents for us in need of such descriptions.
I was working in the lab late one night,
When my eyes beheld an eerie sight,
My monster from his slab began to rise,
And suddenly to my surprise,
He did the mash,
It was the monster mash,
He did the mash,
It was a graveyard smash,
It was the mash,
It caught on in a flash,
It was the mash,
It was the monster mash!
femme de chambre
It is often believed that the fruit of temptation was the apple, but if you read the book of Genesis, however, you will see that it actually was the pear