hehe.. this is good

hehe...10

It's not often that I am reduced to tears of emotion when I read something here, and this is certainly not one of those occasions. You have, with a brilliant turn of phrase, managed to combine illiteracy, stupidity, prejudice and ignorance into something approaching an art form. When I say art form, I am being euphemistic, not that you would know what a euphemism was even if it came and bit a hunk out of your ugly, obese leg. How can I find words to describe your poem? Maybe if I go to the nearest public toilet I will find inspiration in the pan. If I can tolerate the pong, that is. It is poems like this that make me appreciate the value of blindness. PS. I fancy that Liza Minelli, don't you? Apart from her big Jewish nose that is."

"Just another case in the jar"? I could understand if it was the other way round. Am I missing something?

Heh, amusing.

Are these country lyrics? Because when I think of country music I think of music for the musically disabled. I saw glimpses of something that could be something, but I think it's just another case in the jar.

Incredible opener, and I love most of the rest. Not sure about 'mangled sob', it's too...unelegant for the piece. Other than that, beautiful.

Hey, hey zodiac. Good to see you back. PR's been missing you.

I met Brian Blessed once at Sherwood Forest when he was filming episode 5 of 'Robin of Sherwood'. I was an extra back then and if you watch very closely I am the Norman who fights him at the portcullis only to get an arrow in my thigh by Robin the hoodeth man. Blessed was a smelly foul bumptuous cretin who moaned all the time that he should have played the part of Billy Corkhill in Brookside but was considered too fat. Too bloody rotund more like. Lovely poem anyway it kind of celebrates the feminine aura.

Noah played a blinder didnt he?

I was expecting he would have ended up as water.

I've just sang this against Herb Alpert and the tijuana brass band with my accordion and by god its hot diggity dog. Bravo my young fry.

Have you seen the avengers?

I was wondering would you be so kind as to peruse my new poem based on upper class people conversing in a local convenience store. Kind Regards Laurence Piggott-Smythe.

Super, brings out the essence of of essential aceness. Not that I am one to comment but a sprinkling of punctuation may make it easier to read.

Hee--very cute. Could definitely see this in some illustrated book of poems for kiddies. Nice simple rhythm and a definite sense of whimsy to your story.

I like the ideas and imagery in this but I think it might be more effective as a poem if you were to mix things up a bit; remove some of the more direct analogies and make them less explicit. Also, I think it might have more impact if you started in the midst of the storm--your second to last stanza would be a nice starting point, IMO: "Older than the house, he has seen storms before . . . I think mixing up the time progression (however you do it--flashback, comparison with current state, whatever) makes for more interesting narratives. Anyway--lots to work with here--some good imagery and good ideas.

I love gross, especially if Christ is coming up me at the time.

Very classy versification!

Very nice.