XPost: alt.arts.poetry.comments, alt.poetry   
   From: rre@mla001.demon.co.uk   
      
   In message <781a0$42221f92$18d62363$31171@KNOLOGY.NET>, Will Dockery   
    spouts   
   >   
   >"Renay"  wrote in message   
   >news:icOdnZzyHInKhb_fRVn-pg@comcast.com...   
   >>   
   >> "Will Dockery"  wrote in message   
   >> news:1109511952.043124.276900@l41g2000cwc.googlegroups.com...   
   >>   
   >> >> Sorry, I dropped to my knees, literally, laffing, at this CatShit   
   >> > below.   
   >> >>   
   >>   
   >> nice job leaving the dates out again, Drunkery!   
   >   
   >I can leave the dates if you want, Renny Skank James.   
   >   
   >> okay, class, let's begin. below is a "poem"   
   >> obviously, if it was worth saving I'd have   
   >> rewritten it once I got a better handle and   
   >> some education on what poetry is. (NOTE:   
   >> it's not about heart, soul, etc.) so together let's   
   >> see what we can salvage. if not, let's simply   
   >> figure out where it all went so terribly wrong.   
   >   
   >You posted the crap, you must have thought it was good, huh?   
      
   Everybody posts here to find out if it's any good.  Renay clearly said   
   that she has long ago come to the conclusion that it wasn't.  Despite   
   that you continue as if you hadn't read her comments on her own poem.   
   Your poor comprehension skills or raddled dishonesty?  Neither   
   interpretation says much for you.   
   >   
   It's interesting to note that Renay CAN accept an early poem of hers as   
   a flawed attempt not worth arguing over.  You can't accept any such   
   judgement of your own work - which is why you will always be third rate.   
      
   Except, of course, in your sad dishonest fourth-rate imagination.   
      
   I think I've done with you on this particular topic - even a sadist   
   can't enjoy kicking something too stupid to feel pain.   
      
   Rob   
   --   
   Rob Evans   
   When I see a swine   
   I reach for 45-calibre pearls.   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)