anonamouse
Really Experienced
- Joined
- Nov 6, 2004
- Posts
- 243
What's it going to be then, eh?
There was me, that is anonoalex and my three poe-droogs govoreeting about the latest forms and style vs substance. The slovos dropping from my rot like Bog And All His Holy Angels warbling, as I recited my lastest done in the height of form fashion.
onomatopoeic clam on the half-sonnet
THUMP duh duh THUMPduh THUMPduh THUMPduh THUMP
duh THUMP duh THUMP duh THUMP duh THUMP da RUMP
duh THUMP duh THUMP duh THUMP duh THUMP da RUMP
duh THUMP duh THUMP duh THUMP duh THUMP duh THUMP
duh THUMP duh THUMP duh THUMP duh THUMP duh THUMP
duh THUMP duh THUMP duh THUMP duh THUMP da RUMP
duh THUMP duh THUMP duh THUMP duh THUMP da RUMP
duh THUMP duh THUMP duh THUMP duh THUMP duh THUMP
THUMP duh duh THUMPduh THUMPduh THUMPduh THUMP
duh THUMP duh THUMP duh THUMP duh THUMP duh THUMP
duh THUMP duh THUMP duh THUMP duh THUMP duh THUMP
duh THUMP duh THUMP duh THUMP duh THUMP duh THUMP
duh THUMP duh THUMP duh THUMP duh THUMP duh THUMP
duh THUMP duh THUMP duh THUMP duh THUMP duh THUMP
My rassoodock jumping between horrorshow ultra-ultra-violence and the in and out of the rhythms the grand and glorious moment interrupted by Dim "I don't pony it much"
O Dim, dost that iambic pentameter not remind you of booted nogas kicking sharries or the old in-and-out (much the same really). Dost thou want to go back to the starry blank verse of pee and em days. Oh bloody yarbels, if you have use latest style doth not devotchkas spread like jammiwam from a jar? Dim, being well, dim, drooling spit asked "should I do haiku", missing the point of style over substance.
But you pony, my fellow droogies.
So what's it going to be then, eh?
Your humble and lovable narrator
anonoalex
There was me, that is anonoalex and my three poe-droogs govoreeting about the latest forms and style vs substance. The slovos dropping from my rot like Bog And All His Holy Angels warbling, as I recited my lastest done in the height of form fashion.
onomatopoeic clam on the half-sonnet
THUMP duh duh THUMPduh THUMPduh THUMPduh THUMP
duh THUMP duh THUMP duh THUMP duh THUMP da RUMP
duh THUMP duh THUMP duh THUMP duh THUMP da RUMP
duh THUMP duh THUMP duh THUMP duh THUMP duh THUMP
duh THUMP duh THUMP duh THUMP duh THUMP duh THUMP
duh THUMP duh THUMP duh THUMP duh THUMP da RUMP
duh THUMP duh THUMP duh THUMP duh THUMP da RUMP
duh THUMP duh THUMP duh THUMP duh THUMP duh THUMP
THUMP duh duh THUMPduh THUMPduh THUMPduh THUMP
duh THUMP duh THUMP duh THUMP duh THUMP duh THUMP
duh THUMP duh THUMP duh THUMP duh THUMP duh THUMP
duh THUMP duh THUMP duh THUMP duh THUMP duh THUMP
duh THUMP duh THUMP duh THUMP duh THUMP duh THUMP
duh THUMP duh THUMP duh THUMP duh THUMP duh THUMP
My rassoodock jumping between horrorshow ultra-ultra-violence and the in and out of the rhythms the grand and glorious moment interrupted by Dim "I don't pony it much"
O Dim, dost that iambic pentameter not remind you of booted nogas kicking sharries or the old in-and-out (much the same really). Dost thou want to go back to the starry blank verse of pee and em days. Oh bloody yarbels, if you have use latest style doth not devotchkas spread like jammiwam from a jar? Dim, being well, dim, drooling spit asked "should I do haiku", missing the point of style over substance.
But you pony, my fellow droogies.
So what's it going to be then, eh?
Your humble and lovable narrator
anonoalex