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The Word "FUCK" Written Seventeen Times, and then an Ampersand

Exactly what it says on the tin.

Well, I believe it is a riveting piece of work, which shows simple consistency, yet complex airs of stylism. It is a mere work worthy of Shakespere or Dickens.

Wait, what?

Inhopless....I will be 'talking to you later'. Whatever would your mam say?

Weren't me. TV(...Tropes.org) made me do it.

Yeah! Right 'Sunshine'.

I bet ' A big boy did it and ran away' (Billy Connoly ...)


LG

Eight Varieties of Bollocks With No Ampersand

bollocks
bollokcs
bollocs
bolloks
bolocs
boloks
bolocks
bolokcs

Also, please explain this sentence:

"It is a mere work worthy of Shakespere or Dickens."

A mere is a body of water - is the crap above about water?

To which 'crap' are you referring? Billy Connolly was referring to a pile of poo in his pants, if memory serves me correcently.

As to the poetry...


OK!

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Linda Lovelace
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Lovely Godiva

Why I was referring to the "poem" quoted in the first post, the thread subject. That crap.

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Quote: Lady Godiva

To which 'crap' are you referring? Billy Connolly was referring to a pile of poo in his pants, if memory serves me correcently.

As to the poetry...


OK!

Luv
Luvya
Luvvy
Linda Lovelace
Luvvly jubbly
Luvvie
Luvyalots
Luvyatodeath
Love!

Lovely Godiva

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I thought poetry was all about hosts of golden daffodils, trains being faster than fairies, faster than witches, passing the hedges the houses and ditches, The Ballad Of Dan McGrew and all that.

If you want poetry - check out Robert Service.

And also - that should be Shakespeare.

As in the pub on Shakespeare Street in Padiham, Lancashire.

Wherein which, apparently, the Bard used to partake of the odd pint or two of Worthington's.

Even though it was a post war construction.

Hey! Just sayin'

Skoob

I love poetry!

LG

I dunno what I was saying. I was denouncing this post-modern/hipster work with hypocritical humour that would be from the post-modern/hipster movement.

Ah. Once more we are entangled within the dense shrubberies of nested irony.