1000 words. It's a perfect length for our parody. This is the kind of thing that's right up our alley. Can't wait to see it in German. We are going to win....aren't we?

Strange, how you cannot keep from mentioning us. We prey on your mind.

Let's get back to working on our short-story. It's not going very well.

Are you perhaps referring to us, Nan? We are only cruel to be kind. You must understand it is so much easier for us to condescend to criticize others then to offer our own Hallmark Cards for others to judge. However, we are feverishly working on an offering for the short story comp. We're sure every...

We simply cannot drag in dear old Ralph to clean up our mess. The genie is out of the bottle. Our reputation is ruined. By our own latest admission we are Hallmark Types. The poems don't like us any more.

But then, they never did.

at a poetry newsgroup I always remember the line from one poster to a wounded whingeing Hallmark type (someone had dared to point out the technical faults in his writing) "oh, so you came here for a quick hand-job, why didn't you say?". Now you've done it! You've given us away. Now everyo...

Yes! I will find the time to write a poem. First, I will judge the poems (of course, they will all be unworthy--but I shall crown the least offensive as the winner). Then I will post my poem to show everyone how it SHOULD be done. It will be an imitation or a parady of a poem or song. Nothing origin...

No! No! It is the excitement of going to Blackpool!

But there are no trolls here! We are one and the same. Please Margaret, come back and share your analytical gifts with C2. Tell him Glory-Hog = C2.

Wait, we know that!

Margaret, your analytical abilities are a marvel to behold. Thanks for the good wishes but it looks like the trip to America is off now. Blackpool is our favorite holiday spot despite what we say!

It's my birthday too! I'm you! Remember. Remember our birthday soup ingredients you said you were going out to get? You never went. I don't believe we are really going to America either. I believe we are going to Blackpool, instead! Oh, Oh, Oh, now we are editing our posts! That's no fair. Now we ar...

Yes! and when I return I will have many, many new paragraphs....ahhh, I mean poems... to post. I will be sharing my thought processes on each one!

Yes, Nan I am short, bald and married! This was a poem about my fantisy. I wish now that I had called it "Valentine Viola." So much more original than "Valentine Massacre". But that's what happens when you get into a hurry turning paragraphs into poetry. They turn out like this o...

Here's how I do it! (When I cannot make a parody of something someone else has written.) I just write a couple of paragraphs. Then I divide the sentences up into lines of unequal length! See, for instance, this: I don't want to be good friends. I'm unimpressed by your explanation that I will have sp...

Here were my thought process during the writing of this poem The title --- I was not really sure of it. would it work? Winter, (pause) Wonder, (pause) Land. Stop Yes! the pauses ensure that it will be read in the correct manner. Wouldn't do to rush! Then I started out with one of the oldest cliches'...

We must stop lying. We read everything and we know it. We reply to ourselves too. We're embarrassing ourselves.

Lizzytysh--I'm still working on it but I couldn't wait---(Not that it matters!)--here are a few comments to whet your appetite. First floor gets used Only to pay the rents; Toilet in hall closet there, Closed to all those who do I've seen that toilet---nay, I've been in that toilet!...doing! Silver ...