Indeed, markb, and as you will have learnt from the poem, I was - being the writer of a haiku - far too lazy to make it anything like what a haiku is meant to be.

What an insight. Ace!

You, on the other hand, do not write haikus at all: the haiku is 5-7-5.

But I think what you have to ask yourself is this: can you face the wrath of Quaerion, Lord of the Dark Elves?

You're right. People do make use of parody. But I haven't. I'm making a genuine statement on the validity of the haiku.

You're just making things up now. I don't have to make it clear that they are uneducated or wrong: the actions taken by the builder are obviously outrageous, and so therefore are the motives for the actions. And the builder clearly isn't educated - he is taking an active part in the mixing of concrete, which is not the job taken on by an architect.

Indeed.

Yet again you've got the wrong end of the stick entirely. How can I seriously be insulting the haiku by writing a haiku? By making an obviously self-contradictory statement, I'm pointing out that the haiku contains much more information than seventeen syllables of ordinary speech.

You make me sick, necroscope. You are just like every other idiot who thinks they write meaningful poetry - you don't realise that a poem can just be a descriptive piece, without having some sort of 'message', and without being 'deep'. If you don't understand a poem, don't comment on it.

Like I said, you just need to say a few words quite quickly, and it all falls into place. And I'll thank you not to describe me as bigoted or hypocritical - if you actually thought about the poem, you'd realise it was a commentary about how the uneducated (signified by the builder and his mates) view women and homosexuals. Quite clearly, the poem can't be taken seriously, so anyone with any sense would realise it is an ironic social commentary.

It's about concrete - what more do you want?

Wow. What an insight. Keep up the Good Work!!!!!

Ah, you just have to squish a couple long words into one syllable each, and it works fine.

Halt! I, Quaerion, Lord of the Dark Elves, Protector of the Realm of Night, can see through any Orckish disguise! I see your true form, Orc!

Wow! Great Job! I like the way you've chosen a selection of actions a man might take, and described them as painted! Keep up the Good Work!!!

I'm not criticizing her god damn feelings. I'm wondering why anyone would give a shit about who she screwed.

What do you mean? Do you think every poem has to have a message? It's just a fucking poem about a crafty Cad.

Damn, thwarted again

Look, I don't care about your feelings on life, I just want to know why you think anyone would care about who you screwed!

If you don't claim to be a poet, don't criticize my poetry. I think the antics of a Cad are far more important than whatever you think happened between you and a man.