poemranker ::20 most recent comments by Stephen Robins (321-340)

Comments byStephen Robins, 321–340 back. Include replies

on Watch Out by Nicholas Monson 7 May 2004, 8:44 AM
Watch out for Johnny the Greek,
He'll bugger up the olymipics,
Have a bearded wife,
But not care as he prefers sodomy.
on immaculate perception by w~* ATHENA *~w 7 May 2004, 8:45 AM
Powerful spacing.
on some deleted poem 7 May 2004, 8:46 AM
Congratulations, you spell nearly as badly as me.

Cnut.
on Mom by nothingtoanyone 10 May 2004, 1:16 AM
An endearingly heartfelt guff.
on Obituary for the Moon by wilco 10 May 2004, 1:20 AM
BLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRHGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!

-10_
on heart & soul by crwncka1 12 May 2004, 2:47 AM
A festering phlegm-wod.
on Heartbroken by PimpinBitch15 12 May 2004, 2:53 AM
You are a snot gobbler.

In no way does this endless mass of cuntbutter deserve anything above an 8. This poem is a narcissistic mess and the imagery is some of the weakest I have ever read.
on Swan on Willow Lake by Caducus 13 May 2004, 5:30 AM
Hilarious, truly; this had me wiping snot of my laptop.
on Prophets by unknown^user 13 May 2004, 5:34 AM
Are you some kind of automaton churning out small satchels of snot garnished guff?
on FINGER PIE by titan69 13 May 2004, 5:42 AM
The title of this poem implies one of two things - firstly a pie full of fingers - that would be grotesque, or secondly some form of instruction where you would have to literally finger a pie.

The poem however appears to be about putting a child to bed. This poem is confused and poorly written and you may not have noticed but their is a large irrelevant line in the middle.

This all leads me to believe that you are a stultified quim.
on Waste Replacing by Phalkon 13 May 2004, 6:52 AM
The title and the first three words made me believe this lyric was about the coversion of bile into feaces in the lower abdomanal tract. Reading the rest of this sorry excuse of a lyric led me to believe that you spend a lot of time playing warhammer in a darkened room with your imaginary friend Peter.

That is splendid.

So you have time to write that but no time for a mug of wallop later in inner temple?

You shameful fraud!
"Speak now as a man no dog or angel" may benefit from punctuation.

Aside from that this poem is a blender full of turds.
on Root Shallow by Miggy 19 May 2004, 4:52 AM
Robert Kilroy-Silk.
on The Tony Blair Which Project by wilco 19 May 2004, 4:53 AM
Ainslee Harriot
on Sarah's Song by wilco 19 May 2004, 4:54 AM
David Dickinson
on Sarah's Song by wilco 19 May 2004, 4:59 AM
I have devised a cunning new means of commenting to reflect how good I feel the poem is. It is a simple formula the strength of the poem is the inverse of how unbrown the celebrity I leave as a comment is.

A sample may look as follows:

Ainslee Harriot : They don't come any browner -10-
Robert Kilroy-Silk: The colour and texture of a shamy leather -6-
David Dickinson: Orange - A fraud in my brown catergory -bow'ls-
on Title by large_geese 19 May 2004, 5:00 AM
Flowella Benjamin
on Fighting before bed by zodiac 19 May 2004, 5:02 AM
Mr T
on The Other Side Of Never by <{Baba^Yaga}> 19 May 2004, 5:02 AM
Judith Chalmers