It was a Cadillac Coupe Deville.

I once saw this thing on TV where some bloke went to a poetry evening pretending to be an aspiring new poet, then when it was his turn he just started counting indefinitely to see how far he could get. It was awesome.

Eggsactly.

I eggspect you're just a bit upset that I didn't like your poem.

A true poet would never say that. You're just jealous because I've managed to put more power into these three lines than you have in your entire poetry writing career.

I once had a brief liason with a woman whose nipples were the exact colour of absinthe.

Ideally there would be about 10 different cases so I could represent the slow, descending tone of the final "egg". Like if you were shouting "noooooooooooooooo..." as you dived out into the road in slow motion to save your disabled son from being run over by a lorry.

I spent approximately 32 hours on this poem. With no breaks. Except to go to the toilet, obviously.

Baddafuckup.

halon n. chem. any of various gaseous compounds of carbon, bromine and other halogens, used to extinguish fires.

What?

a)Halons are compounds (molecules), fission is a nuclear process.
b)The elements in these molecules have lower atomic numbers than iron, so they wouldn't spontaneously fission anyway (their nuclei have a lower mass than their component nucleons)

I did just find out that "lyrate" is a word meaning "lyre shaped" though, which is pretty excellent.

I havn't seen that film, but the graveyard at the end of "The Good, The Bad and the Ugly" is really excellent.

And you forgot to check "drug references".

(p.s. -2-)

No way!

Try living my life for a while before you judge me so harshly.