Very amusing. 10/10. Keep on writing, darling.

oh bye the way i liked it

Beat out that rhythm on a pew, man! Cool! Groovy!

Truly terrible apart from the thong bit. Thongs for the memory!

Illiterate trash as usual dear. Why not grow up and get over your unhealthy obsession with me.

Pathetically unfunny. I have seen funnier things in my underpants.

Appallingly rhymed and written. A deserving 0/10. Well done dear.

'But I can't read them...I'm diabetic' is probably the funniest thing I've come across this week.

I think this poem is about theological discussions on the four horsemens' forums. They certainly leave me that way. Tip-top and tickety-boo.

typo - by-pass not bad, I like the occasional rhyme and the fact you wrote what followed on well as opposed to rhyme overdose.

Hmmmmm. I like the last two lines that sum up the first six lines . Other than that I ain't relating much to it although I get the scene. Sorry to disappoint.

Who is this Jesus fellow??? He sounds facinating/fictional. Will you pass this note to him for me? Dear Jebus, Do you like me? YES [] NO [] MAYBE [] Thanks. Heart, Nick

I liked this alot. Especially the last half. Very inspirational. I'll probably be stuck at the DMV half the day today but I get 4 days off from work (WaHoo!:) So maybe I can catch up on my poem reading here and get in some good debates again.

no greater love has a person than to give his life for another. in life the only thing we truly have is our life, to give it for another living 2000 yrs later makes me wonder about his sanity........

Hopeless poorly written drivel. Your tragig belief that you can write is pitiful. Here is a poem I found elsewhere on the Internet about you.... A forty year old was out in the dark Stalking young girls in the park; When she found him, his Mum Smacked him on the bum And said "Why not grow up, dear Mark?"

This is fantastic, although I'd have liked fewer questions and more elaboration on those which remain. 'Do nightmares only occur at night...Do only winged creatures and flying machines take flight?' is such a wonderful passage. I don't really know what you could leave out of this despite my taste for fewer questions, nor do I think it needs to be any longer. I really don't know what to suggest. Possibly the wish and dream lines could go, they're the weakest of the lot. I'd also leave out the very first line (is it an alternative title?) In spite of the flaws, I absolutely love this.

Not as bad as all that. Not good though.

i will refrain from voting due to the subject itself, one that i am 1) ot qualified to discuss due to a lack of knowledge and, 2) because i am still skeptical of the "story" of jesus. somehow this seems like it would be written in one of those inspirational cards i always manage to stumble upon when card shopping for birthday/holiday occasions. i guess they just come off a little forced to me, or maybe i am just too cynical to get the "inspiration". the meter is consistent, but the message seems a little over-repetitive (but not too much so). i don't think it matters if there is a rhyme scheme. however, if you rhyme one verse and then switch back to non-rhyming and then rhyme again, it is a little distracting. i found myself trying to think of alternate words/phrases instead of just reading... i would suggest a strong rhyme pattern or none at all, especially with a strong tempo.

it is a "loo" or a "watercloset", you dung encrusted farthole. a lavatory is a handwashing sink. otherwise, i totally agree with your... poem? sadly, my passport says i am american but i am none of the perfectly described things you listed here. those are the people who elected the hairy bush. bravo. funny you omitted the part about how old george (i mean king george) wanted to hang onto those uncouth colonies... he sure did want all the timber. sadly, the very bastards that were transported trounced the silly stiffnecked redcoats soundly enough to send them packing their heds up their asses before they hopped back across the grey atlantic. (notice the correct spelling of grey).

Charmingly archaic. Unfairl consigned to the wastes of worst poems. I shall rescue it from there!