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Post by Deleted on Oct 4, 2018 11:57:15 GMT
Granted, every day now is national something-or-other, but I do have a soft spot for some poetry. Here is a short and futile effort I wrote to express frustration whilst trying to compose.  |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 5, 2018 20:35:07 GMT
I wish I could find the very long poem of complaint I wrote following the incident at Chicago when John Barrowman dropped his cane and it speared me in the nads. It was a couple of pages of iambic heptameter. It's one of those things I've packed away so safely that it can never be found again.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 5, 2018 20:45:21 GMT
I wish I could find the very long poem of complaint I wrote following the incident at Chicago when John Barrowman dropped his cane and it speared me in the nads. It was a couple of pages of iambic heptameter. It's one of those things I've packed away so safely that it can never be found again. Love a good 14er. Think it stems from a book of fun poems I had as a child and my favorite was a 14er and bit naughty, for a child around 8yrs old. "I'm in the sea I need to pee But there's something stopping me..." Not sure why that lines stuck with me for all these years... |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 6, 2018 17:21:32 GMT
The version I use is:
There was a young man from Nantucket
Who ****ing hated limericks like you wouldn't believe.
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