I think I like what you're trying to say, but I'm not sure exactly what it is (if anything). ... ... too confusing.

it starts out like...oh fuck me not this again, but then the bullshark and Avon come limping to the rescue <bullsharks occupy fresh water also, so lake campers BEWARE> drink red bull, brought to you by 'cork' it's more than just a floating reminder!e

This poem is confused. Seasoned meanings? O.K.... I have to give this a Zero. p.s. I was thinking about your previous comment regarding my poems being anti-men, and I realized the poems were so far from that. Untitled- is about the ectasy of the God/nature experience, Queen Anne's Escape is about the suicide of Anne Sexton, and The Hiakus are about the feminine aspect of creation. Were's the gender bias? Maybe your just afraid of me.

if the avon lady stays any longer...we'll go broke..

I'm not sure i like you attitude steaming pile of Frass. I don't think you trying hard enough. I don't care for you wittering or that of DA of H8 for that matter, you bring the tone down. Oh the lovely boatsails how they dance-ed before mine eyes. Throw the seagull some seltzer oh what a colourful display.

My remarks are nothing but witty and uplifting. They bring a smile to e'en the saddest child's face. Will you duel, or are you a coward?

I shall duel sir. Thrust

You must be a Brit, Dylm/DA, like Anagram says. Is wittering like 'whinging about'? Avon is the easternmost and far flungest away from civilization outpost of sandy, sealsalty natural beauty on the simply s'wonderful Outer Banks of North Carolina. Although I won't be driving that far, I am spending the weekend in Virginia Beach, where I'll be riding the new (to me) '01 Gary Fisher Joshua F4 I just nabbed for a song this afternoon.

What, so I'm Doylum now as well? I wish nentwined would just come down from his biomechanical throne and disclose the truth once and for all: I have only one ID on this site. I am not beakism, {-=Doylum=-}, horus8, -= ligh+_4ng37 =- , nentwined, or Settle. This is surely obvious to anyone who isn't hellbent on defaming my good name. Good day to you, Sir.

I can attest -- their ips look nothing alike. but whatever. people believe what they like, and even the best things in life can be faked. ;) (sorry this is offtopic)

Yeah, DA. Two computers.

Yeah Da. three computers, and a pet sloth. named juniper swallows.
p.s i still enjoy this poem, even though frass wrote it. old bastard.

Why holmes with your rapier mind you solve the most perplexing of mysteries. What small clues could have led to such a deduction. By all that is wonderous i do belive some bits of Frass are rubbing off on me, yes i see it, you have been to Virginia Beach, where you will be riding the new (to you) '01 Gary Fisher Joshua F4 you just nabbed for a song this afternoon. Oh what a magnificent gift. Although it could just be cause i left the light on and the window open.

Dear dear birthmark/steaming pile of, -=Dirk=- and i are quite quite different, not only are my new wings far bigger and more impressive than his, he is saintly and godly and wise beyond his sheep worrying years. I am knave, a peasant and quite possibly a pediatrician (at one of the little people). Perhaps you are both Agoraphobic and need to reassure yourself that numbers are not getting out of hand, however in the interests of truth, justice and the american way and at the risk of setting off an attack, I AM NOT -=DORK_ARSEHOLE=-.

Yeah! 2 computers, subscriptions to 2 different ISPs, 2 sets of telecommunication hardware, and 2 usernames, just so I can give myself some backup on poemranker! HA HA ha oh poetandknowit, I'm sure you were joking all along though right?

I also stay up 24 hours a day, logged into poemranker. And I have 3 telephone lines.

The two computer thing, sure that was a joke, although I never know, especially if you are on of those tech sorts. But as far as you and the beaker being the same, well, no joke there.

Sure ha,ha,ha that one was a joke, ha,ha,ha no honestly ha,ha,ha. Good one birthmark, had em a rolling in these isles.