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remmers
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Sonnet
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Aug 12 03:23 UTC 1992 |
I was eating a banana
Down in good old Texarcana
When a buffalo gal named Anna
Came a-knockin' at my door.
So I quickly hid the peel
Underneath my glockenspiel,
For a simple monkey's meal
I was sure she would abhor.
Then I opened wide the portal
For to greet this female mortal,
But suppressed a sudden chortle
When quoth Anna, "Nevermore".
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
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remmers
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response 1 of 20:
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Sep 14 04:01 UTC 1992 |
Well?
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md
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response 2 of 20:
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Sep 14 12:35 UTC 1992 |
Note how the measure actually starts on the third syllable
of each line: Then I // opened wide the portal For to // greet
the female mortal, But sup // pressed a sudden chortle When
quoth // Anna, "Nevermore". If one were to set the poem to
music - and the poem fairly screams to be set to music except
for the clunky last two lines - that's how you'd have to do it.
There's really no other way. That's really about all you could do.
That's it. C'est tout. Case closed. No more options. This is
not a terribly empowering thought, I know, but there are times
when to be empowered is to lose all sense of what is right and
proper. In fact, a banjo accompaniment is an absolute must.
Except for those last two lines, of course. I wish Mr. Snord
would do something about that.
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remmers
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response 3 of 20:
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Sep 14 19:11 UTC 1992 |
Yeah, the last two lines are the Achilles heel, all right.
Best I could come up with at the time, but in all honesty I'd
have to call them an uninspired piece of hackwork.
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md
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response 4 of 20:
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Sep 14 20:41 UTC 1992 |
Hey, we all have our off days.
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remmers
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response 5 of 20:
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Sep 15 00:06 UTC 1992 |
The trick is to feel okay in our offness.
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carl
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response 6 of 20:
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Feb 18 22:26 UTC 1993 |
No, I didn't take any offness. And Shakespeare's on de fence. Snord
goes long...
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vidar
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response 7 of 20:
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Oct 3 21:27 UTC 1993 |
Quoth Vidar "I think not."
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aahz
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response 8 of 20:
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Oct 4 22:02 UTC 1993 |
Quoth the woodchuck...."D'oh!"
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vidar
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response 9 of 20:
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Oct 5 01:46 UTC 1993 |
Shouldn't that be "Quoth Homer Simpson"?
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orinoco
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response 10 of 20:
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Aug 23 21:57 UTC 1997 |
Look, Tricia - a convert!
Woodchuck fans are just coming out of the woodwork.
Or perhaps vice versa.
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snowth
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response 11 of 20:
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Aug 24 01:25 UTC 1997 |
Wow! I am amazed! Tho hast quoted from the holy book of woodchuck! (Now, if
only we could get more to recognize the holy faith of the osterizer.)
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orinoco
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response 12 of 20:
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Aug 24 17:18 UTC 1997 |
I wonder what a woodwork fan would look like, coming out of a woodchuck.
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snowth
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response 13 of 20:
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Aug 25 18:45 UTC 1997 |
I don't know. Not terribly attractive. He'd probably be covered in woodchuck
guts.
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orinoco
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response 14 of 20:
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Aug 25 20:27 UTC 1997 |
Most likely. Icky.
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snowth
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response 15 of 20:
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Aug 26 05:11 UTC 1997 |
Would that be better or worse then non-sentimental mushy stuff?
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orinoco
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response 16 of 20:
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Aug 27 22:09 UTC 1997 |
Don't ask...
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snowth
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response 17 of 20:
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Aug 28 03:52 UTC 1997 |
Too late.
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jaklumen
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response 18 of 20:
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May 27 08:01 UTC 2002 |
It ain't dope rhymin'.
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gelinas
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response 19 of 20:
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Dec 20 01:31 UTC 2002 |
Wood-working wood-chucks would not write poems about Anna. Woo-Donna, now,
may be.
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jaklumen
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response 20 of 20:
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Dec 20 08:17 UTC 2002 |
Woo-Donna was a phat hoe with a ghetto booty for days.
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