Somedude.
 

Your poetry is really fucking shit. You should stick to having girls throw your empty beer bottles in the air for you to shoot at them. I'm sure you miss every time, but at least you're not doing any real damage that way!

Just for that critique I'm not going to write my magnum opus titled, "Ode to a Fucking Rotter"! And compared to a Vogon's poetry, mine is amazing. :skull-big

Since I have never heard of a Vogon, we'll just have to settle for your poetry being the shittest there is. Not so much the dogs bollocks, as just bollocks.

You would have had to have read a book to know what a Vogon is, however, here is an example of Vogon poetry...

"Oh freddled gruntbuggly,
Thy micturations are to me
As plurdled gabbleblotchits on a lurgid bee.
Groop, I implore thee, my foonting turlingdromes,
And hooptiously drangle me with crinkly bindlewurdles,
Or I will rend thee in the gobberwarts
With my blurglecruncheon, see if I don't!"

At least it has rhythm. Unlike your spasticated effort.

Then I have actually managed to surpass Vogon poetry as the third worst poetry in the universe! Achievement is such a beautiful thing :)

You should be proud!

Your latest effort is dire.

I think that it was Spike Milligan that wrote some thing like:

The boy stood on the burning deck, his legs were all aquiver,
The left and right both rattled off, and floated down the river.

I'm trying to remember who made the statement about being in a battle of wits with an unarmed opponent...

It'll come to you eventually.

:)

I leave you guys alone for a little while are you resort to flirting with eachother....

Bit gay

x

*slap*

Don't be slapping me around, trying to pretend you want to rape me.

Go rape who you really fancy. I'm sure Somedude will love it :p

x

*slap*

If FR did fancy me, he'd learn that no means no from the barrel of a shotgun!

And I think I'm going to have to lock PF up and sentence her to some very interesting punishment...:skull-evi

Edward Lear's work could well have been where Douglas Adams got the idea for Vogon poetry!

I was going to write some thing about Lear being a laudanum swilling Victorian headcase, but I took the trouble to look in to him a bit first. He was certainly a head case, but no evidence of opiate addiction in this instance.

Those Victorians were weirdos though.