That's what I call check mate. Next.

For the battered chicken I've never met. (Lyric) by horus8 __________________________________ The enflamed battered chicken song __________________________________ Why did the chicken cross the road? 'Haps to alleviate its battered load In the mouth of a horny toad God, I love the countryside. Why did the chicken cross the road? To escape the fry that mocked its sleep Making its unborn chickadees go "peep-peep" The sizzle, the crackle. The fear it reaped! God, how I love the countryside. Now that the chicken has crossed the road There will be no applesauce in space There will be no pork chop mattresses There will be only war, death, Internet Suicides, dog leg lefts, and fire on Church St. God, he made the countryside, He made the country sigh. God, he made the chicken song. He took the Brits from Hong Kong God, I hate the chicken song. Now, It's almost time that we put our chickens down. And SHAKE N BAKE, SHAKE N BAKE, SHAKE N BAKE around. God, I love the countryside, God, I love Nick Drake. God, he made the peasant's rake God, he made me beat my chicken. To death again. Well, 4 out of five aint bad? Except for the fact that indeed I'm a twat.

I'm not on a crusade. I have no self-denial with respect to whether I am retaliating or not. Psychoanalyzing what I "want to believe" won't work, though you're welcome to keep trying if you'd like. Besides, I like writing in a "classical" fashion. I was simply curious as to why, since it wasn't really your thing, you used a piece of it in an otherise colloquial poem and saying what I thought of it. That's all. Really. Okay. I'm done being serious

I'm not on a crusade. I have no self-denial with respect to whether I am retaliating or not. Psychoanalyzing what I "want to believe" won't work, though you're welcome to keep trying if you'd like. Besides, I like writing in a "classical" fashion. I was simply curious as to why, since it wasn't really your thing, you used a piece of it in an otherise colloquial poem and saying what I thought of it. That's all. Really. Okay. I'm done being serious

I'm not on a crusade. I have no self-denial with respect to whether I am retaliating or not. Psychoanalyzing what I "want to believe" won't work, though you're welcome to keep trying if you'd like. Besides, I like writing in a "classical" fashion. I was simply curious as to why, since it wasn't really your thing, you used a piece of it in an otherise colloquial poem and saying what I thought of it. That's all. Really. Okay. I'm done being serious

Then why are you huffing and puffing over me saying that your poem seemed classical to me? Also, why do you keep bringing up the fact that I used "hat so drear" as if to prove that I'm guilty of being classical as well, and therefor a bloated hypocrit? Eh marm? All that is quite retaliatory, no matter how you'd like to sugar coat it. It's a reaction provoked by my comments on your poem- no matter what you'd rather believe or convince yourself otherwise. As for forcing the rhyme, I didn't really. When I wrote this, I was pretty drunk, and found hat so drear to be pretty funny. Actually, it still sounds funny. I could easily modify or twist the rhyme into many other things using many words other than "drear" marm, for example: --sheer-- It's this cold 'n solitary dark that I'm stalkin, up and over this mountain so sheer --beer-- It's this cold 'n solitary dark that I'm stalkin, rum kept close; I'd never drink beer --sear-- It's this cold 'n solitary dark that I'm stalkin, bitter rum makin m'lips & tongue sear --steer-- It's this cold 'n solitary dark that I'm stalkin, in the fields tryin to go fuck a steer --spear-- It's this cold 'n solitary dark that I'm stalkin, standin poised to ready my spear --jeer-- It's this cold 'n solitary dark that I'm stalkin, foul smellin hobos makin me jeer --queer-- It's this cold 'n solitary dark that I'm stalkin, lookin to kill those who be queer And theres plenty more my twisted mind can conjure up from the darkest recesses of my bowls. Now as for the use of "ole", it's a common term used as an alternate way to say :"old". Now even though "cold" and "old" rhyme, the modification was thought up for the word old, and the effect wouldn't be comprehensible for "cold". If I say for instance, this classic line: "Come here Ole Blue!" Any dim-wit can comprehend what I am saying. But if I said something like: "I feel cole" You'd probably confuse some folks, and they'd be lead to think that you're talkin bout that black stuff, you know, the stuff used in your average cheap camper barbecue that doesn't use propane? Yeah, that stuff. Then they would wonder why your feeling coal, and how stupid you must be for misspelling that elementary word. But ole is perfectly ok, though you could argue that it's spelled "ol" marm, but that would be a pointless adventure. I say it's "ole", and damn anyone who says otherwise. :) Now, I have no problem going into further detail bout my use of english in this fashion, or bout the "classical" debate. Quite frankly, if you wanted to get a better example of my writing in a classic fashion, then look under Don-Quixote, one of my alternate pen-names, and view the Villanelle entitled "Ravens Flight - Voices of Spite". With that, you can effectively push your crusade over who writes in the most classical fashion to victory. Personally? I couldn't give a shit.

I don't know if Wilco can really be classified as country these days. Perhaps during the "A.M." and "Being There" days...now, not so much. The new album, " A Ghost is Born", really doesn't sound country at all. They are, however, currently one of the best bands in America.

Currently, the best country band in America is Wilco. Or Kenny Chesney. Checkmate.

It's not a limerick, dimwit.

No. I edited the poem with your critique in mind. If you haven't noticed all votes get erased when you edit.

Those are all in my lil collection of music. Along with some newer stuff, Nirvana, Pearl Jam, Everlast, Smashing Pumpkins, NIN, .... and well I have a long list heh.

You're welcome. Marm? as in school-marm?? You''re funny, you really are. If as you said you were using the phrase to fit the rhymescheme, you were forcing a rhyme which isnot a good thing. If, on the other hand, you actually speak with constructions such as "hat so drear" in the same conversation as "black ole stones" then I really am a slim tube. I'm curious, if the black stones are "ole" then why isn't the dark "solitary 'n cole?" I'm not retaliating, nor am I so high on my pedestal that I can't take criticism. I can. If all I wanted was for a bunch of mind-numbed web-addicts to praise my work ad nauseam stultificationis, I'd have gone to allpoetry or some other online compliment-generator for poets.

So you enforce a policy of "votes under nine are automatically rejected?". How pompous and vain can you be? I'd love to see the full extent of your pontifical crusade.

No right to pontificate? I certainly do, and why? Because I've deemed myself worthy. The use of drear is obviously the result of fitting in the chosen rhyme scheme. As for who speaks in this way? I do- yes marm, I don't always pronounce my G's in those words normally ending in "ing". Also laziness will be the reason behind why I won't say the "be" in "because". And quite frankly, there are pieces written by many other poets that make my slanged perversion of english look very mild indeed. Honestly Sasha, I don't think this petty retaliation against me doesn't offer an inkling of actual character. But, the emotional insecurity and inferiority complex has been made very apparent. Atleast, to me. I simply had an opinion, and your poem didn't give me wood at all, in any way- not even a slight tingle. But it was well written, which was why I even gave you a seven. You're ability to handle this is at the level of a twelve year old with a super-enhanced vocabulary. Why do you bother posting if you can not tolerate opinions which don't necessarily drool and praise your work as something worthy of a Nobel Poetry Prize? In short marm: you're just a slim tube farting up hot air. You don't even have a proper whistling to be fancied as a plump Xanax filled tea kettle. I'd suggest a strong Valium. Go chill. Oh, and thanks for the six. :)

nope.

Creedence Clearwater Revival...but I think that was more Rock than country...anyway, The Stones were good back in the day but have pretty much just become a parody of themselves. I'm a big fan of classic rock myself. I love The Dead, Pink Floyd, The Eagles, Zeppelin, etc..

nevermind..I see. I think its good, and does have kind of a classic feel. Incidentally, I'd rather see more like this than translations. But thats just me.

Of my own poem.