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Tailor Made (Other) by OnTheOtherHand I once owned a green suit
I couldn't tell it was green
It fit comfortably
The arms held me just right
Around the chest it was snug but not tight
A perfect match
Despite the comfort I didn't understand the suit was made for me
Seeing no use for a suit I gave it away
I'll never find a suit that fits so well again
Up the ladder:
confused
Down the ladder:
"I know what you need!"
Votes: (green: user, blue: anonymous)
Arithmetic Mean: 7.0
Posted: October 3, 2003 3:04 AM PDT; Last modified: October 3, 2003 4:53 AM PDTWeighted score: 5.537883 Overall Rank: 2578 Comments:
Dear DA,
Thank you for the ten but your comment isn't welcome here. I've played the post, delete, repost, redelete game with you before. Let's not do it again. Love, OFA
Why not? It isn't offensive, is it?
No but my poems are not a canvas for you. Either comment on the poem or don't. Your "Look at me, I'm cutely abstract" postings can go somewhere else.
No problem. It's your decision, afterall. And may I say what a mature decision it is, too. It certainly isn't symptomatic of the giant vendetta you've had against me ever since I wrote some "shock humour" and you got enormously peeved.
It certainly has nothing to do with your poems. I don't have a vendetta against you. I think your poems are bunk and I don't like the comments you make on other people's work is worse. I've stopped reading your work because there is nothing of interest to me in any that I have read. I told you what I thought and left it at that. Making a statement in no way means that I am peeved. If you were to actually comment on something then it would be left up. Making up your own story beside my work isn't going to cut it.
In that case I do hope you'll extend to other users the same courtesy you've so kindly bestowed upon me. It really is nothing more than attention-seeking bravado for someone to sully your work with their own silly stories. And there was me thinking that deleting a harmless two-line anecdote about a tailor and then claiming it wasn't sympomatic of some sort of vendetta wasn't going to cut it.
You make me laugh. Point is it's my poem and the comments section is supposed to be for comments about the poem.
Now do you care to talk about the poem? You did give it a ten...
Oh come on, old boy. Given that you find my work so bum-crushingly intolerable that you've taken to either ignoring it completely or, wherever possible, deleting it to kingdom come, I daresay it hardly seems worth your while hearing what I have to say on the matter.
Kinda like something in this. why was green the color you picked though? Just wondering
Umm... the suit was green.
I mentioned it because I couldn't tell. I can't tell green from yellow. It's all about things you can't tell until too late 170 view(s)
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I guess that you should not have given away the suit.
If you have no use for a suit ther is precious little point in keeping it even if it does fit well.
That electric chair is damn comfy.
The poem I found flowed well but seemed a little odd.