Thanks for the tirade of abuse that you launched upon me yesterday. It neither made my day nor destroyed it. You do have an interesting way of constructing insults-is there any way you can put this to use except on poemranker? Not saying it's not welcome here of course but i was just wondering whether this is your only outlet. If so perhaps you could try out being that old grumbling man on the bus that dribbles, mumbles about steak and kidney pies and occasionally pisses himself.

I am now about to use the power of my keyboard to make 'everyone' play by my god damn rules... <cricket meowls, dog crows in the distance> hmmmmm, you made it seem so much easier. (My favorite was above with love times dos) that takes guts, nuts, huts, buts, cuts, and lutz [industrial hand lotione].

Indeed, thankyou.

That's not actually what a slagheap is. Rather, it's a pile of all the rock and waste dug out of a coalmine; everything that's isn't coal and so isn't useful. But, you knew that already and were just joshing me in your wicked way.

I'm pleased to see that poemranker is remaining true to its roots as a forum for the expression of earnest emotion and as an outlet for the deep-rooted fears and anxieties brought about by the unpredictable vicissitudes of modern life. Now go and read my poemes about bodily fluids.

MOTHERFUCKER

Shut it, horus8. Stop trying to make everyone play by your goddamn rules. Poetry isn't about following rules - it's about beauty and expressing yourself and issues. If simone_girard feels in her heart of hearts that this poeme is a sonnet, then it must be a sonnet. By the way, simone: great use of "sadness" to rhyme with "gladness"!

I don't think he was putting your writing down. I think he was putting you down. By saying "hey, Dumb ass, do you know what a fucking sonnet is?". Now, as for you, size 14 boots, four year olds, and your friend... Don't make me cackle. You're severely outmatched, dehydrated, or just spouting because your writing is piss poor. (As for your 'threat') It's hardly effective, and barely imtimidating. I live in girl scout cookie heaven, and we don't where boots. Come and get it before we eat it all tough guy. I'm in the phone book next to your mom's warped cunt and your bitch tits. Better bring a lot of boots scooter.