Thank you, I think. Or is that too bland a way of saying I appreciate and almost like what you are saying?

A meta-ku is a haiku about a haiku. Therefore the meta part must reflect nature too. Therefore this is not even a meta-ku. In conclusion it is impossible to write a nature poem about a poem. Even this is incorrect: please understand a haiku's about nature, nature you retards.

If you were a more articulate commentator, rollsoftoiletpaper may have better understood that you thought this poem was worth a -0-.

What an extraordinarily gay comment. And wrong. And you also fall prey to saying someone's logic falls prey to something, which makes you a first-rate practitioner of Parmesean Bummingtonism in my book. Conclusions: There is no "you", just a funny-shaped knee-hat in Harris tweed.

1. What 2. No well maybe thats your problem 3. Really, well its my privaledge to parp on your unfunny poetry. 4. I didn't give it a 0, you fucking clown. Click on 'voting details' to find out who did.

Why? Do you think people keep getting more dramatic with age until they explode?

I think it's sad no one has pointed out that the parallels between Dr. Frankenschmiel and his creation and God and his creation ARE THE WHOLE FUCKING POINT of Mary Shelley's famous novel The Hopeless Adventures of Dr. Frankenschmiel. You all fail.

Dead? Yes. But often when the weight of the world hangs heavy on my shoulders, and Gatwick Village seems like such a desperate, lonely place, I look up to the sky, cradling my drooping buttocks in the palms of my hands, half-expecting, half-hoping, to see him soaring high above the clouds, red cape billowing insanely out behind. Is it a bird? Is it a plane? No you wanker! It's superman! I know he's in a better place, wherever he is. Goodbye Christopher McReeves. Goodbye.

Also,this Meta-ku, as you call it, certainly does deserve the zero you've given it, but just because you couldn't wash your dirty little mouth out for 2 seconds to say "this sucked", I'll give it a 10, just out of spite.

1. I probably should take it upon myself to actually know what it is I'm writing, or attempting to write. 2. I've no male genitalia with which to "funnel". 3. I live in the U.S. of A. and one of the beautiful things about it is the privaledge to do whatever the hell I want.

lol same here. But shhh thats our secret. :p