"wond'rous" should be "wondrous", dimwit.

The best part is "Touch of contact." With lines like that, you must get all the fat Las Vegas hookers you can handle.

Heh. You should of put "ThinkDamnit" as the border.. would of been funnier to me anyway. But anyway, heres an eight sir.

I hope when it's nuked I have my cock in Britney's ass and a bottle of Krystal, up mine.

This is really surprisingly good.

Blessed with an eight. Go in peace.

What in the world is that about? That is got to be the weirdest poem I have ever read. Very interesting though.

I'll give you $30 if you can find one native english speaker who actually talks like this. No one English dialect exhibits all of the features in this villanelle. So I'll have to give you a six for being inauthentic and inconsistent.

I know it's lame but forgive me, I can't help it.

another translation?

Oh, and you henceforth have no right to pontificate about stuffy "classic" style when you have talked about a "hat so drear." What's worse though is that you've done it in a poem with "rollin'" and " 'cause" sprinkled through it. It's jarring to say the least.

Started out good, but yes, not as good toward the end..

I must say that I'm more than a little perplesed by this. I guess I'm going to have to do some googling. Anyway..7 for making me think...I may raise it if I figure this out. ;0)

Heh. Nice work, sounds like something I'd do while idling at my cubicle terminal. You've been blessed with nine.

Unfortunately, I don't like country.. but you've managed to earn my blessing of seven despite my bias. But really, I definately don't like country, it's a withering music style in my opinion, hangin by the thread of nostalgic hillbilly prom memories of Billy-Jake Roe snaking his hand underneath the skirt of his friends sister a year younger than he, but her bra's packed enough to let a lot of things slide with the aid of some potato gin.

Cute, at first I thought this was about dialects. English speaking russians calling a window (windauge/ vindoge) and Irish speakers call window (windeye/windaeeii). Then I realised wineye is the literal interpretation of the german (I'm guessing german (the language of much of Austria)) window. So in fact eye = wind x eye to (soul). Like the title too, there must be loads of these instances.

Always use multiple exclamation marks, that way the words don't have to do the work. Ace idea

Thank you!!!! with this sort of limerick its not to be picked and poked at. whats wright and wrong. just use you head to picture the seen!!!

good poem 7/10

Fishin always seemed to me an excuse to idle lazily with some beer, a joint, and a couple sandwiches. Ones pole is subconciously held, with its lure floating to the side, tugged by the current; an image utilized as a commonly-accepted disguise. Oh, and just maybe you'll be able to irritate the girlie back home who wrinkles her nose at the sight of a bottom-feeder hangin from a rusted lure by askin her to cook it for supper. Anyway, its an eight to me, your style has changed a bit in this piece, or maybe thats just me bein delusional.