Above all else, I simply want people to enjoy these things.
It is my view that if there aren’t a few simple rules to keep things orderly we might as well revert to tell bawdy stories, in blank verse.
My comment to you originated from you editing someone elses existing line to a lower-case initial.
I fully accept that the rules may be broken, for effect, but I also stand by my remark that it is a generally accepted convention that each line be capitalised.
If you wish to ignore this, that’s up to you (and I, for one, will live with it) but please refrain from modifying the punctuation of others who, almost without exception, do choose to follow the standard convention.
I’ll admit that I misedited the line. I was going to correct it from third person to first person then thought better of it so I changed it back and didn’t mind the case. That’s on me absolutely.
I also have agreed to follow your rules for the thread and did so. I have no desire to be difficult.
We’ll have to agree to disagree about the so called convention though I am open to any cites for it. I could not find any. If you do though, PM me. I don’t think either of us wants to derail the thread.
On midnight of All Hollow’s Eve,
And I know it’s somewhat naïve,
When I encountered a bat,
I screamed, then I shat
So new underwear I had to retrieve.
There once was a young genius named Gilbright.
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There once was a young genius named Gilbright,
Who lost his hands to a shark but could still write.
There once was a young genius named Gilbright,
Who lost his hands to a shark but could still write.
Though his penmanship suffered,
There once was a young genius named Gilbright,
Who lost his hands to a shark but could still write.
Though his penmanship suffered,
His wanking recovered
There once was a young genius named Gilbright,
Who lost his hands to a shark but could still write.
Though his penmanship suffered,
His wanking recovered.
Which might amuse some, but not William Fulbright.
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There was an old moll named Irene,
There was an old moll named Irene,
Whose proclivities transgressed the obscene,
There was an old moll named Irene,
Whose proclivities transgressed the obscene,
Her tits were prodigious
There was an old moll named Irene,
Whose proclivities transgressed the obscene,
Her tits were prodigious,
A rare thing with midgets,
There was an old moll named Irene,
Whose proclivities transgressed the obscene,
Her tits were prodigious,
A rare thing with midgets,
With a texture like that of shagreen.
A plumber who lived in Duluth,
A plumber who lived in Duluth,
Was fixing the sink of a sleuth
A plumber who lived in Duluth,
Was fixing the sink of a sleuth.
What he found in the drain
A plumber who lived in Duluth,
Was fixing the sink of a sleuth.
What he found in the drain,
Was a denture and chain.
A plumber who lived in Duluth,
Was fixing the sink of a sleuth.
What he found in the drain,
Was a denture and chain.
And a flask filled with gin and Vermouth.
A werewolf was stalking a maiden
A werewolf was stalking a maiden
While her long golden hair she was braidin’
A werewolf was stalking a maiden
While her long golden hair she was braidin.’
And though she was no fox,
A werewolf was stalking a maiden
While her long golden hair she was braidin.’
And though she was no fox,
She still got off his rocks
A werewolf was stalking a maiden
While her long golden hair she was braidin.’
And though she was no fox,
She still got off his rocks
When she stealthily put that grenade in
Many a man tried to woo her