The author of the 16th comment on this post will win a poem about them written by me.
you can’t comment more than once in a row!
The author of the 16th comment on this post will win a poem about them written by me.
you can’t comment more than once in a row!
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will the poem have the word poo in it?
if you are the winner i’ll use words like ‘darling’, ‘sweetie’ and ‘dinner’
oooh. although i would think you’d be more likely to use ‘wife’ ‘dinner’ and ‘now’.
Stop commenting and get scrubbing
I’m just adding a comment here as a stepping-stone for Jenny to arrive at number 16 …
I don’t particularly want a poem written about me with “darling”, “sweetie”, “dinner”, and “poo” in it… (Although, you know, thanks for the thought.)
What will the poem be about if I win??
Surely a poem about “darling”, “sweetie”, “dinner”, and “poo” would fit you fine Jimmy.
will you mail the poem to guatemala?
I am number 9 comment! More than halfway there
having slept on it, i think it only fair that you write a poem for someone else. you can write a poem for me anytime (cough).
Strode out one day
An ardent young poet called Howie
Armed with vocabulary mighty
Called forth the muse
His wife amused
And gave Shakespeare a run for his money
jo yes i’ll post it to the guat!
maybe i’ll be the 16th commenter, wow writting a poem about myself would be the best
shameless Howie, but awesome
only two to go…
It could be me… I’m excited!!
I know it’s not going to be me cause I have to go to bed…and everyone else is probably eagerly waiting and not wanting to be 15 because that means they can’t be 16. So I will be the one that helps someone win.
But perhaps whoever wins will write me a poem because I am being so self-sacrificial!!
winner
you sly dog, well done scott.
D’oh. Just missed!
I’m so disappointed in my commitment levels.
I sat with this post window open for about 2 hours, just refreshing it every 5 minutes or so, waiting for the 15th comment to appear.
Then I went to lunch and forgot … right about at the time Jo left her sacrificial comment. Disaster.
Are you going to put the poem up?