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24th July, 1998 Crap PoetryOut there in WWWebland, there's quite a few persons who have taken it upon themselves to make a home page for themselves. As you may know, I crapped on about how pityful some of these attempts are, some half a year ago. The situation has NOT improved. Nor did I expect it to. But I'm not going to go on about that subject once again. Not exactly, anyhow. What I want to mumble about today is the unleashing of poetry onto innocent web users. Maybe there's some out there that is positively brilliant - most is not. Some would say "Adam, you whining moronic couchpotato, you can't do any better than these people - leave them alone and get back to printing pornography you found on the 'net or whatever the hell it is you do in your spare time, you deranged idiot". Well, to someone who has this interesting little thought, imagine the following scenario. You buy yourself dinner at a restaurant. It turns out to be quite inedible. You'd have every right to complain, even if your food preparation skills stopped at making coffee. The prosecution has no further evidence. What exactly do I plan to do about all this F-grade poetry floating about on the WWW? I'm going to fight fire with fire - I've recently unearthed some poems I had to write for Year 9 English. I think you'll find them quite convincing. They cover a whole spectrum of styles we were forced to write in. They're all untitled, however I will point out what style they're meant to be in - because it may not be obvious. Limerick
Cinquain
Ballad
Long weekends often mean trips
One of these weekends
On Sunday I kicked in the dog's home
You see, his home was pine
Although the new kennel construction started on Sunday,
It stands beside the shed,
Diamante (isn't this the name given to the Mitsubishi Magna in the USA?) Work Difficult, laborious Helping, changing, making Tools, rules, games, players Relaxing, enjoying, laughing Fun, enjoyable Play Triolet
Well that was awfully enjoyable, wasn't it? (I emphasize "awfully"). If you happen to have found meaning or enjoyment in the above, I'd suggest a visit to Mr ElectroShockTherapy - he'll sort you out. PS: There was no one specific site which inspired this rant, so please don't contact me saying "do you think my poetry is crap?" or anything of the sort, especially since I'd be then inclined to read it, and I never have and no doubt never will enjoy reading poetry terribly much. The only reason I've stuck this poetry up is that I appear to be having difficulty forming a long enough rant about any one thing in particular, and instead I've recycled this lame poetry while expanding on something which I've talked about before. Copyright � 24th July 1998.
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