Caducus
on I Cry by casey
18 Nov 2002, 3:08 AM
Good title, even better with a 2nd read.
nice one !
Have an 8 Its a beautifully written piece loved the tree thing, and the way you told it hit me hard.
Douglas Adams would be proud! Hillariously funny.
Whats the last thing that goe through a flies head as it hits the windscreen?
Its arse.
some deleted user
on some deleted poem
18 Nov 2002, 5:01 AM
Brilliant!Sounds like something an old moustachioed aristocrat would say when he was slightly drunk.
liked it !
Excellent, loved it
some deleted user
on some deleted poem
18 Nov 2002, 4:58 AM
I like this, its well sinister
Hey wot that was absolutely spiffing Sir Dark !
Hehheh, I hav to say this made me smile, and it's certainly better than that poem about 'Maria'.10
Wow that whole Kicking the shite out of the clock thing really hit me. The best one I've read of yours so far, have a 10 while i go saw Lady Godivas head off outside (I'm from Coventry) 10 10 10
Twat. You're the reason some jews still live in fear.
I mailed this to a mixed bag of mates, and if I dont tell you what they think of it, then theirs no point in writing poetry.
They all thought it was very very beautiful, you should know its very inspiring, thanks for sharing it, its brilliant
probably me, after that little stunt "dynamic duo". Very accurate,L .
Caducus
on I'm a homicidal kind of guy (spoof of every 'down-home' song you've ever heard) by Yardbird
18 Nov 2002, 6:07 AM
I think N'sync should sing it, then you pet that ppk out and whack em !
Full marks my psychotic prince
Kep hoping for that killer line, add more sarcasm and venom, as a man I'm interested in knowing how the perpertrator affected the perpetrated. It didnt deliver enough as a poem but as a song maybe. *5*
Where do sausage rolls feature in this?
I think this is discrminiatory to all washing machines everywhere, will tumble driers be next? For gods sake is it that bad?
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