Yes, could have done with a rocket.

**THIS POEM TEMPORARILY OUT OF SERVICE**... damnit... damn tease.

You are a very sad person.-0

haiku like in brevity, nice

the story of an altarboy who wore white too long. Then one day he got gangrene and his toes rotted off, each little piggy one by one falling and collected in a basket that he keeps in the back of a cupboard. Just don't let the earwigs in. They have a knack for pinching what little memory is left. Hmm, I see you've been around a while. But I don't think I've read any poems of yours before today. Oh here's a Ten --> 10.

Not tonight, nentwined. I have a headache.

lmao. ;) hey, hows the rgallet shitstorm going, a day passes and hes already a wanker. wonderfull poem, blessed with nine.

This has been done before, but with noughts.. Try using ya brain in a creative way!

You wouldn't say that about George Bush - you pinko Americans and in the immortal words of Alf Bexton "ruin the planet, ruin it now before someone else does". PS Read the Bible, cause however you look at it whatever you do, Jesus loves a sinner, the world loves a winner and Jesus saves all.

hrmm. interesting. blessed with 7

Insightful and communicative

Somebody told me once I looked like Jeff Goldblum and when I watched this film I was mortified. The last part sounds like something George Dubya would say.

The diction is mellifluous. I am particularly struck by the enjambment and how it seems to contribute to the overall feeling of how well-crafted the piece is. The only thing I take issue with is the question posed in the ninth stanza. While the diction and intent match, it seems awkward enough there to interrupt the flow of the piece.

lol. 10.

Green teeth. Exquisite. I raise my coffee cup to you, sir. Salut! This is what happens when I'm away from this site for a month.

nice minimalist piece ** I've been away far too long ** and anarchy has descended on rancid mustard wings ** also, I'm getting published ** hooray, I am semi-semi-professional **

I saw an amazing movie last night.: "Frida". Ah, Salma baby, I don't know wether to salute or cry. Or both. Hey do you ever stop writing? Didn't think so. Is okay if I tape this to my bathroom mirror and repeat it to myself every morning?

the tone of the poem seemed so benign as well. I didn't get it until the end clever

Marvellous and true.

Thought provoking and may I say well done my boy.