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@ 2009-02-10 – 09:23:12
Good grief!
The rigid waves are christie on their plot,
Disgrace despoiling in the Park of Lot.
The moons, sated and soft, are frankly froak.
Should I plant the orchids outwith Cranleywoat?
An easy question, and an unseemly Sid explains.
The thrills, the smorgasbord, the paradoxic drains
Blocked with Holy Arsenic, grinning with a fork.
An occham with foibles, blackboard and a squork.
Let's goof away with buttercups till dawn,
All thoughts of poetic fame forelorn.
The_Walrus
Pro 
alecweston
Pro Don't apologise, I worked hard on that, believe me.
The_Walrus
Pro At risk of being labelled a spelling obsessive, I'll mention that I think it's Smorgasbord (or even Smörgåsbord). I'll even be brave and say you might mean "Let's" instead of "Lets", and be attacked by all the greengrocers, demanding their apostrophes back.
I really, really enjoyed it. Move over, La_Spice...
alecweston
Pro Gosh! I don't know how I let "Lets" through. I'm a pedant - an increasingly dyslexic pedant, unfortunstely. I should have looked "Smorgasbord" up - although I knew about the omlatt(sp?) but ouldn't find it on the keyboard. I will make the necessary changes and people will wonder what this exchange is about.
Don't mind spelling corrections if I get your praise as well.
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I enjoyed that. I know, I'll try to get out more.