Very tritely put.

Tintagiles, you only like it so little after hearing me singing bits of it while quite tanked.

Are you Ali G's little brother?

aren't you cute. like my 14 year old step-sister's snatch. blaachk.

This is either sheer genius or sheer idiocy. I really can't decide which.

This truly sounds as if you wrote a rhyming affair and then stuck it in a mass of enjambments so that either we wouldn't notice or if we did we'd think it was modern genius. Are you sure it wouldn't work better in the original line breaking?

i love the words "sugar dumpling" and will use them now whenever I can

I think you've got some problems with meter.

I remember swinging as hard as I could on the swing in my back garden, then deliberately jumping off as fast as I could. I never thought of the swing as an implement of destruction, though.

I like the fact that you follow the fishing metaphor all the way through now, and I like the approaching menace of the bears at the end.

'generally a cheap tramp'?

Why the wicky wicky wah wah is dat so good man it is da best since my poem "why i look like a man" if you were teh presedent i could let you kiss mah baby man you is da coolest since the crays mon, if you lived near me i would find dat girl and show her teh ways of teh man and punch that gay scotty dog as he is as gay as dat snoop dog

I like the Charlie and the Chocolate Factory reference. Those Oompah Loompahs always used to frighten me when I was a kid. I like the line about the squirrels - they're everywhere at the moment, stockpiling their nuts for winter.

Sorry, but I think it's idiocy. Listening to The Streets raises the same dilemma, but I think in that case the answer is genius.

Pretty pants. If you're going to write a limerick, try and make it scan. Or else it's not a limerick, just a freaky rhyming poem.

I liek the reminiscence and the ending of the poem, but i don't know about the beginning - maybe it seems a bit wordy, and I don't quite see the connection between Vick and you becoming a 'person you can love'. The conversational tone of the rest of it is ace though. And Larkbeat Twoshoes is a fantastic name.

Your mate Scott is an idiot.

Also, it just isn't true. bad stuff happens, then you die. That's it. Oh, apart from the good stuff. But it's out of your control, don't fool yourself.

i'm speechless, wow, shit...tell me about it. lol! this gets the horus8 AWARD FOR DOING A LITTLE TURN ON THE CAT WALK prize for aCHIEVment in reminding me why i ran like hell.all you need is another ten year reunion to really make the ears ring. schwing!10

I only just read this and I'd almost call it plagiarism. It's like borrowing someone else's essay, then changing the words to make it your own. Climb every mountain.