magnificent
by the way, you can tell you need sleep when you start making up poems like this:
there once was a marmot called henry
who lived up an manatee's chimney
one day he fell down
landed on a clown
who happened to be rather friendly
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Fri 7 Mar 2003, 1:57,
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there once was a marmot called henry
who lived up an manatee's chimney
one day he fell down
landed on a clown
who happened to be rather friendly
er
so you're a play acting pedant who gets it slightly wrong for subtle trolling?
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Fri 7 Mar 2003, 2:03,
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to be an uber pedant....
...you could say that it is verse, but whether or not it deserves to be called poetry is another matter.
Of course, I don't know what I'm talking about. All I remember about English classes at school, is that my teacher won a scooter on Sale of the Century.
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Fri 7 Mar 2003, 2:09,
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Of course, I don't know what I'm talking about. All I remember about English classes at school, is that my teacher won a scooter on Sale of the Century.
I think peom is quite tricky to define
and basically comes down to the writers intention. There isn't an obvious grammatic rule you could use. There's plenty of stuff that's considered poerty that has neither regular metre or rhyme. And there's prose that does. Probably. I dunno. It's all just words. Gay words with pink fullstops.
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Fri 7 Mar 2003, 2:15,
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you're missing my point:
there is prose that reads like poetry and poetry that reads like prose. Therefore it's the authors intention that makes it one or the other. Yes there are conventions - but there is plenty of stuff that doesn't conform.
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Fri 7 Mar 2003, 2:20,
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do manatees
have chimneys?
I've only encountered one, on Monkey Island 4
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Fri 7 Mar 2003, 2:01,
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I've only encountered one, on Monkey Island 4
another one
i once met a man with a lisp
who looked rather like a crisp
I named him wheat snack
he cried like a sap
so i hit him and thus fixed his lisp
sigh
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Fri 7 Mar 2003, 2:05,
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who looked rather like a crisp
I named him wheat snack
he cried like a sap
so i hit him and thus fixed his lisp
sigh
mmm
i once had a bag full of gourds
and a garage of broken down Fords
I then got a knife
and murdered my wife
now they won't let me near matches
freestyle limericks are fun
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Fri 7 Mar 2003, 2:08,
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and a garage of broken down Fords
I then got a knife
and murdered my wife
now they won't let me near matches
freestyle limericks are fun
i would regail you
with some incredible story about something or other, but i think my eyes are about to fall out, so i better go keep them safe with my eyelids.
In bed.
Night night.
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Fri 7 Mar 2003, 2:16,
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In bed.
Night night.