Actully I had no idea about that superfamous line, 'She walks in beauty, like the night'. And no i've never read that poem in school or outside of school.

THE THREE PRINCIPLES OF EMBROIDERY 1. An embroidery will continue to grow at constant rate unless another embroidery collides with it, or the loom weaves itself into a frenzy. 2. A family of embroideries is called a hovis. 3. Weave with the weft, you'll soon be bereft. Weave with the warp, and you'll ne'er parp. LOOM MAINTENANCE 1. Don't be tempted to fit your loom with a turbo. 2. Remeber to replace your loom's oxygen tanks after each embroidering. 3. Regularly inspect your loom's tyres for fruit salads. (Loom Maintenance in a High-Risk Hobo Sanctuary) 4. Hoboes cling to filthy looms like barnacles, burrowing deep into their majestic oil trumpets and feasting on woollen deposits. If you find your loom has become encrusted with these urchins, prize them off with a palette knife or coat hanger. In future, a Fisherman's Friend dangling uselessly from the loom's spinnerets should discourage them. 5. If the Hobo Density exceeds 100 Beards, and their interlocking limbs have formed a Level 3 Hobo Matrix, CALL A SPECIALIST AT ONCE. DO NOT ATTEMPT TO REMOVE THE HOBOES BY HAND!

I tried really hard to be a bum on the street several years ago, to get that whole authenticity thing going. I sold or put in storage everything I owned and hit the streets with a backpack, some photocopies of my pomes, and 40 Cdn dollars in my pocket. Unfortunately I failed miserably, as over the next 11 months I earned around $14,000 U.S. dollars with my crappy pomes -- which, since I paid no rent during that time (I was continually offerred places to stay, or camped) and paid no taxes, was a reasonably decent amount of money with which to enjoy what was essentially a year-long vacation. Most embarrassing moment? I was on Telegraph avenue all decked out like a hippy selling photocopied pomes tackily signed with metallic gold ink (it increased how much money people "donated" for some stupid reason)and up walks a woman I went to university with...she was doing her doctorate at Berkeley. lol. She definitely seemed to buy into my bum on the streets disguise.

I'm DEEPLY hurt you've made no comment on my adjunct/punt/cunt limerick further down the page. In the context of the exchange it is a part of, it's gotta be one of my all-time cleverest limericks evar. Doncha think?

surprised that your thought process works like this?: "they criticized my pome > I hate them > I will look up one of their pomes and vote "0" on it. That'll show'm" no. Not really surprised at all. In fact, it quite confirms my previous opinion of you.

Because you can't follow the simple structure set up for us by nentwined, or follow the subject being discussed.

Do you believe in God, but reject Him for not being caring enough?

Would you care to list, O knower of women's arts and crafts, the Three Principles of Embroidery and Five Pillars of Poetry? And please do it without looking anything up.

Good analogy. Ants would not like such a god as this boy is.

Thanks for showing that I am not the only person in the long history of mankind to think of God in this rather dismal way, certainly not a way that appeals to our usual emotions. By the way, where’s the 10 you promised?

It works in recognizing the existence of God, as you have said. It also points out God’s apparent unconcern for his creations, which seem no more important to him than an ant farm as Wilco mentions below. He does not seem like the loving, caring God that so many people depend on and look to for help. The punctuation is consistent in its own way.

LOL..It depends I suppose..If you were writing a poem about having a tail then that would be fine. But if you wrote about the pain and strife of being born with a tail then that wouldn't be valid because you ( Hopefully ) don't have a tail so you wouldnt know what its like..Can you dig it?

That's a very good observation, Brittanyy. However - I, for one, am taken recently with the idea of writing a poem about people born with vestigial tails. Certainly you're not saying only people born with such tails can write poems on the subject? God! How could they??!?

...you old goat.

please don't change your heart too much...your comments are generally far more rewarding to read than people's pomes.

No. That's terrible.

This comment was for SupremeDreamer. I don't know why.

It's a rock desert, and simply awful. The good news is I can now speak Arabic Jive, which is dirtier than anything you can imagine.