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Support Administrator,
Can provide independent confirmation of the above. User calls herself 'Dovina', though we have reason to believe this may be a pseudonym. Said user left derogatory comments on a poeme, and when challenged about it referred to the piece as an "unfinished pile of rubbish".
Recommend immediate dismissal.
Sincerely,
-=Dark_Angel=-, P.I., Q.C.
Can provide independent confirmation of the above. User calls herself 'Dovina', though we have reason to believe this may be a pseudonym. Said user left derogatory comments on a poeme, and when challenged about it referred to the piece as an "unfinished pile of rubbish".
Recommend immediate dismissal.
Sincerely,
-=Dark_Angel=-, P.I., Q.C.
Dear Rockmage's spawn,
Dovina is a pest. She has written an inordinate number of "poemes". All of which appear to be a flagrant attempt to start an argument.
If you type Stephen Robins into the poemranker patented search engine, you will see that Dovina sprays personal insults in the same way a spaz sprays ejaculent if locked in a tumble dryer. The whole reason for this website is to provide constructive criticism to help better the art of poetry not to make people feel bad by commenting on their excretions or sexual leanings.
Sincerely Yours,
Stephen Otis Robins, Bt
Dovina is a pest. She has written an inordinate number of "poemes". All of which appear to be a flagrant attempt to start an argument.
If you type Stephen Robins into the poemranker patented search engine, you will see that Dovina sprays personal insults in the same way a spaz sprays ejaculent if locked in a tumble dryer. The whole reason for this website is to provide constructive criticism to help better the art of poetry not to make people feel bad by commenting on their excretions or sexual leanings.
Sincerely Yours,
Stephen Otis Robins, Bt
Would you please phrase your motion in credible terms, free from rubbish like âPlease response.â i.e.:
I, Gregory W. Golden (FireFLy747), petition the sovereign power of the House of Poemrankers, and his Excellency, Shipâs Prawne, that the cockney rat-catcher, Dovina, and her juggling young colored assistants be commanded to cease to exist.
I, Gregory W. Golden (FireFLy747), petition the sovereign power of the House of Poemrankers, and his Excellency, Shipâs Prawne, that the cockney rat-catcher, Dovina, and her juggling young colored assistants be commanded to cease to exist.
Billy Bunter
I was wrong. THAT'S hilarious.
and it later becomes clear that so is this one:
http://www.poemranker.com/suggestion-bro
http://www.poemranker.com/suggestion-bro
You must be nuts FireFly747
Support Administrator
Request immediate assistance in extracting myself from the toilet. I fell in while attempting to rescue a Prawne that I had inadvertantly eaten last night with my curry, when my safety harness snapped and I tumbled uncontrollably into the swirling whirlpool below.
I strongly feel that if the Rescue Helicopter should be unable to carry us both, it is the Prawne who should be airlifted to hospital. I will face the sharks alone.
Terrifiedly,
Alfred P. Ranger esq.
Request immediate assistance in extracting myself from the toilet. I fell in while attempting to rescue a Prawne that I had inadvertantly eaten last night with my curry, when my safety harness snapped and I tumbled uncontrollably into the swirling whirlpool below.
I strongly feel that if the Rescue Helicopter should be unable to carry us both, it is the Prawne who should be airlifted to hospital. I will face the sharks alone.
Terrifiedly,
Alfred P. Ranger esq.
Please direct all Disability Emergencies to the Personal Handler Page ( http://poemranker.com/poem-details.jsp?i
I can't. My hands-free keyboard got flushed too.
In that case you'll have to communicate through the medium of dance.
Again I am useless; my legs fell off while attempting to say 'Get out ye sprites, ye naughty sprites'. You may have guessed by now that I usually communicate through the medium of guff - is there a working receptor nearby?
The nearest receptor won't be in range for another 48 hours. I hope to Christ you've got an Emergency Travel Buckaroo set to keep you occupied until it arrives...
I never forget my Travel Buckaroo; at this precise moment it is wedged up my bum so that when the inevitable guff builds up, it gets trapped in my bow'ls and acts as not only a personal floatation device (I can only assume this is what spiders do when you try to flush them) but also as a temporary internal central heating system. I have accumulated almost a day's worth of guff and it is almost enough to lift me clean out of the water, zeppelin-like. Right now I should be safe, so long as...what's this? It...it's slipping...I can see bubbles...I can't hold it in! No! SHARK DOWN! SHARK DOWN!
Owing to your abhorrent misuse of a travel buckaroo set, you'll have to communicate through the medium of diabetes.
Mama gave me
Diabetes
Said I shouldn't wedge no buckaroo
Where no buckaroo wants to go
Now I'm drowning
Wish I had AIDS
(harmonica solo)
Diabetes
Said I shouldn't wedge no buckaroo
Where no buckaroo wants to go
Now I'm drowning
Wish I had AIDS
(harmonica solo)
Request immediate assistance in restricting the following member from making obscene and derogetory comments about my poetry posted here: Dovina 75.82.85.162
I strongly feel that this member harasses other members at this website. Please response.
Sincerely,
Gregory W. Golden (FireFLy747)