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Circle_Something
Over 90 days ago
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So, I have an interview and Monday, and I'm crapping it. I know I cvan do the job, but there are some little things that are getting to me... Like the fact that when I get nervous, I get profane. I also find myself unable to type - a skill that this job requires. Oh, yeah, I've also lost my birth certificate, which I need for ID purposes. I'm fuzzed.
I'm just thinking that I've had quite a gay day. Not just in terms of being happy, but also the other way. Not me, personally, but I went to my friends house, drank some beer, had a laugh and watched Queer as Folk. Then watched The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel. Great film, funny and poignant all at the same time. I'm also happy because, well, I have friends and I also have my Kitten. The little things matter. Having a beer, a giggle and a laugh with my friend always makes me see that and makes me happy to be alive. Having Aria? That's the icing on the cupcake. I just want to hug her right now.
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Quite some years ago when the following poem was published in a small-circulation magazine, it caused quite a stir...

Easter

Jesus rose, yawned
Shrugged off his shroud
And reached for a
Cadbury's Creme Egg

(How do you eat yours?)

I was accused of being disrespectful to Christians and of blasphemy, both of whch are nonsense. My intention was an anti-commercialisation message about Easter - the "How Do You Eat Yours" slogan was a big advertising campaign at the time - but very few actually saw it as that.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XYLXe3LH33M&feature=player_detailpage



I'm not siding with them, but the poem is actually blasphemous. If you look at the meaning of blasphemy (From Wikipedia: Blasphemy is the act of insulting or showing contempt or lack of reverence for God, to religious or holy persons or things, or toward something considered sacred or inviolable), you're taking the Mick from the Lord, so yeah, it is blasphemous. For what it's worth, I actually quite like that wee poem. It may not have been your intention to blaspheme, but devout folk do tend to take things a wee bit too literally. Personally, I think levity and religion need to go hand in hand, but this forum is not really the proper venue for such heavy discussions.
There was a young bandwagoneer,
who thought "I'll slap a bad limerick 'ere!"
He typed his crap,
then posted the pap,
and everyone looked at him in fear.
Oh, I'm here,
so have a beer,
'cause I'm the King of the Castle
and it is my decree that we all
have beer and no hassle.
Oh no, I'm poeming again,
help me someone,
make it stop,
because I fear this poem is a flop.
Neither. I might not be heavily into parties, I'm more of a wallflower, but I ain't gonna spoil the fun for anyone.

Buffy Summers or Faith? (Faith has no second name. Can you say "stuck in the eighties?")
I have absolutely no idea. That's not me trying to get out of answering the question, if I didn't wanna answer, I just wouldn't. Anyway, I title after I write, so I would have to wait until the book was written before saying anything. I usually have working titles, then refine them to fit the story. Or that's the idea, but pfft! Who am I kidding? I know I'm shite at titles!
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Quote by Circle_Something
Perhaps The Second Worst Limerick Ever

With that in mind,
you might just find,
I don't know,
are you slow?
This limerick is an affront to mankind.

Oh, and it is just a limerick, nothing more, nothing less.
Andrew, your statement in red is correct. For a basist, it's amazing how bad you are at the rythm of rhymes.LlcJLB8cYDx6CsY6


Or maybe that's just what I want you to think! but in all seriousness, I did set out to write a really bad limerick because I find it quite a good challenge. It might seem a little twisted, but I don't mind.
Perhaps The Second Worst Limerick Ever

With that in mind,
you might just find,
I don't know,
are you slow?
This limerick is an affront to mankind.

Oh, and it is just a limerick, nothing more, nothing less.
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I meant to comment on this one. I didn't know the word uft before, thank you.

The last two letters can be preceded by most of the vowels to form words:

Aft - adverb
1. at, close to, or toward the stern or tail:
Stow the luggage aft.
adjective 2. situated toward or at the stern or tail: The aft sail was luffing.


Eft - noun 1.
a newt, especially the eastern newt, Notophthalmus viridescens (red eft) in its immature terrestrial stage.
2. Obsolete. a lizard.

Oft - adverb, Literary. 1. often.

And of course...

Uft

And now yft, which I just made up, lol. It's a contraction of a different spelling for "if" and "thee" or "ye".

"Yft'e dinna mind, I'll hai a wee dram with me tea."



That's pretty danged good. There's also another modification that can be made, this time to 'eft', by putting 'er' after it, you get 'efter', a Glasgwegian slang word for 'after'. I don't know why Glaswegians mangle both Scottish and English words, but we do it so well, that sometimes it confuses people smile
There was a vampire slayer called Buffy,
who, sometimes, was a little huffy.
She picked up her stake,
and aimed to make
the vampires dead 'cause she's a toughie!
A bit of a strange one today: Rumplefyke. It is Scottish, meaning to have an itchy arse. I can't remember if this has already been one of my WoTD selections, but if it has, it deserves to be again, simply because it's funny.
A thread of ill-repute
lays here,
but that's the past,
and now it is resurrecting itself.

Once a place of darkness,
it is now one with hope and light,
no more conflict,
a land reborn.
I love to sing! I can't do it very well, but that doesn't stop me from trying.

What's the longest you've been without a paying job?
Ugh, man, writing takes it out of me! I can't imagine what I must have been like when I was bashing out at least a story a week, my brain must have been constantly lit up, which may have been a nightmare for those around me. Thing is, is being prolific always a good thing? Maybe at this time in my writing journey, it benefits me to be slow, whereas earlier, when I was prolific, it benefited me then. I need a nap!
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I wrote a Haiku
Because there's a Haiku thread
No other reason


Watch out, we have a
badass here! Haikuing for
no reason and stuff.
My Valentine's treat
For my AriaKitten:
Champagne, strawberries,
Snuggles and my love.
Mews and kisses. Kitty and
Kitten: Eternal.
I used to watch the two of them back to back and always preferred The Waltons, though the goodnight bit at the end always did my head in. I wouldn't say 'no' to Little House on the Prairie, though. They're both just as quaint as one another.

Valentine's Aphrodisiacs: Champagne and chocolate coated strawberries or Oysters and champagne?
Children can love quite well, if not wisely, to misquote Drusilla (guess what? Yeah, it's another Buffy reference). Anyway, I first fell in love when I was about three years old. We got married, then divorced after she stabbed me. Yeah, she actually stabbed me. A child's love is actually one of the purest ever, I think.

If you had an opportunity to hurl just one axe at one person, and they couldn't move, who would it be?
Uft.

A somewhat nonsense expression, used to convey boredom or disbelief.

"That cop pulled me over, just for the fun of it!"

"Uft, what a bamstick!"
I know it isn't a poem as such, but it sort of is. I've always believed, and a few people have agreed, that a song is merely a poem, set to music. When you look at the two forms, you find that they share a lot of the same trappings - rhythm, rhyme, meter, repetition, even stanzas, though they are called verses in songs.

White Stripes – I'm Finding It Harder To Be A Gentleman

Well I'm finding it harder
To be a gentleman every day
All the manners that I've been taught
Have slowly died away
But if I held the door open for you
It wouldn't make your day

You think that I care
About me and only me
When every single girl needs help
Climbing up a tree
Well I know it don't take much
To satisfy me

Maybe it's whatever's in my head
That's distracting me
But if I could find emotion
To stimulate devotion
Well then you'd see

Well I'm finding it hard to say
That I need you twenty times a day
I feel comfortable so baby why
Don't you feel the same?
Have a doctor come and visit us
And tell us which one is sane

I never said I wouldn't
Throw my jacket in the mud for you
But my father gave it to me so
Maybe I should carry you
Then you said
"You almost dropped me"
So then I did
And I got mud on my shoes
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Admittedly, there's a learning curve, but as long as one has a decent, non-evil keyboard, that doesn't want to correct stuff like "Rupert" to "Robbie ate his face off", then you're jamming.


I have never owned anything with Auto-Correct on it...can't you just turn it off?


You can, but sometimes it can be fun, especially when drunk. Not that I type badly when I'm drunk.