You complete fucknut. Of course you can trump Him. The Devil trumped Him in the Garden of Eden by casting the apple of knowledge into the bow'ls of nudity: He certainly wasn't expecting that one!!!!!1111

By trumping, and saying "How d'you like that, God?!!"

Can you explain the joke/metaphor? I can't be bothered to read your poeme.

Is your wife one of those "women"?

The only thing that will come back to haunt young people is the extraordinarily elderly stool that's currently lying undiscovered in Grandfather's toolbox. God alone knows how it got there.

senile

> small god, but you know the real God would'nt let that happen.

I find that rather extraordinary. God regularly lets people accidentally burn themselves to death. And I'm not just talking about the heathens, either.

yeah that's the number one cause of death among elderlies :(

It is true that elderlies have supremely heightened senses, often developing new senses to compensate for their appalling bladder control. Many employ metallic probes which, when combined with rampant and erratic flailing, mean their sphere of immediate physical contact is widened to disproportionately insolent proportions. That elderlies are wiser than normals is beyond any doubt. For should an elderly pass stool on a discarded badmington racket, it is not the elderly that will suffer the horrific consequences, but the naked, supple, golden skinned badmington player, who in a fit of youthful foolhardiness left it in the Winston Churchill Bingo Museum.

You'll never be a professional poete if you refuse to accept that some people are better writers than you. There's a lot you could learn from Brittanyy, but you won't learn a thing if you continue to berate her. I'm sure you have a lot of feelings and emotions bursting to come out - don't let your ego spoil it. Good luck!

I totally agree. You have only to look at the number of 10s you get compared to Fear of Garbage to prove that. As for poetry not being about skill, but being about the skill of expressing yourself in a creative way, I think you're right. That's definitely, definitely true.

It seems to me that whoever felched up this outburst knew he was descending into farce when he said "haggis-eaters". In a sense, his 'petty hostility' was really just tongue-in-cheek. Of course I didn't hear the guy in person; do you think he should be taken at face value?

You don't get 10s because you don't merit 10s. This is a really good poeme, and Brittanyy tried really hard. That's why she gets 10s - she goes that extra mile. You need to try a bit harder - I'm sure you'll get there in the end! -10-

Poemes don't have needs you fool; they have hobbies/interests.

Real sharp comeback dr smooth.

Comparing your outstanding achievements in the field of buffoonery to Picasso is like walking into a restaurant, filling your keks, and saying "Just because it smells bad doesn't mean it tastes bad."

You don't know shit about brogues.