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lol funny k9....
Matt, for ur information, my back is hairless, and the day someone does anything to my toes, they'll be ice skating in hell...
Les, okay I'll let it out of the bag. Da****!
Go read them again. I picked those three sentences randomly from a single article out of today's paper, Seattle Times, Jan 24, Big Brothers. I was hoping that Spitfire would comment on the brilliance of the meter. The emotion of the symantics. The evocation of the ironic contrasts contained in the stanzas.
But NNoooooooooooooo. You dolts had to ruin my Grand Plan. Skew my ability to ambush a poor leftist poetry lover. Ruin my plans to grind his poetry soaked bones into grist for my conservative "get a job" mill.
Now my evening is ruined. And I must retire to a cold beer and soak my solace in drunken debauchery. Forever, I will hold you accountable. Et tu, Brute'?