yeah that is the case, I'll have to use breaks next time!
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[pre]Hi all, this poem is not anything in the ordinary, in fact it's quite unusual. It would take me a year to explain the subject matter to you, so I ask that you only comment on the flow and rhyme, please. Suffice it to say that Spider is one of my nicknames, and all the people mentioned herein are members of my circle of friends. Binning refers to a 'punishment' that is meted out to appropriate offenders. I cannot make any promises about answering questions to do with the subject matter There once was a spider, very small who hung one day upon the wall. Harmless and gentle, and very nice, he could disappear within a trice. Then along came a girl who was kinda short and who thought she'd have a little sport. The spider knew she was short, told her that too; she didn't like it, even though it was true. "I'll sort out that spider!" She declared, "In a box he will go until he is quite scared. Her name was Bonnie, known as the bee, who usually was fairly nice to me. For I'm that old spider, and she is a queen, but that couldn't stop her being quite mean. This was quite queer, but I didn't mind, but now others would join her, as I would soon find. Bonnie and George, which of them shall win? One can box and the other can bin, For George likes his binning, and also his winning, so I think I'm in for a bit of a licking! Enter a guy by the name of Megarrity, a bloke with a fair amount of hilarity. Of the galaxy, he is the Defender; Of this we are sure, he is no pretender. With knife and a gun, keeps me on the run, He thought it was all very splendid and fun. Now Bonnie was back, with a royal decree to punish the spider, by order of the bee. An Iraqi Insurgent presently wandered along, guns all a-blazing, to righten the wrong. "Down with the monarchy! Up with the Bronc; be careful or you'll get a fairly big clonk." And here I must leave you, I regret to inform; for this little tale is quite out of the norm. Boxings and binnings now fly everywhere, it seems everyone is due, it no longer is rare. Who will it be? could it be me? Whatever you do, just don't ask the spider 'cause he just might even bite yer. [/pre]
By the looks of things, he fell afoul of an unintentional "pre" tag; I reckon he's intelligent enough to know how line-breaks work
add line breaks as boni bee suggested. otherwise, this was cute. sort of dr. suess-like.
bite yer.
Bronco wrote:There once was a spider, very small
who hung one day upon the wall.
Harmless and gentle, and very nice,
he could disappear within a trice.
Then along came a girl who was kinda short
and who thought she'd have a little sport.
The spider knew she was short, told her that too;
she didn't like it, even though it was true.
"I'll sort out that spider!" She declared,
"In a box he will go until he is quite scared.
Her name was Bonnie, known as the bee,
who usually was fairly nice to me.
For I'm that old spider, and she is a queen,
but that couldn't stop her being quite mean.
This was quite queer, but I didn't mind,
but now others would join her, as I would soon find.
Bonnie and George, which of them shall win?
One can box and the other can bin,
For George likes his binning, and also his winning,
so I think I'm in for a bit of a licking!
Enter a guy by the name of Megarrity,
a bloke with a fair amount of hilarity.
Of the galaxy, he is the Defender;
Of this we are sure, he is no pretender.
With knife and a gun, keeps me on the run,
He thought it was all very splendid and fun.
Now Bonnie was back, with a royal decree
to punish the spider, by order of the bee.
An Iraqi Insurgent presently wandered along,
guns all a-blazing, to righten the wrong.
"Down with the monarchy! Up with the Bronc;
be careful or you'll get a fairly big clonk."
And here I must leave you, I regret to inform;
for this little tale is quite out of the norm.
Boxings and binnings now fly everywhere,
it seems everyone is due, it no longer is rare.
Who will it be? could it be me?
Whatever you do, just don't ask the spider
'cause he just might even bite yer.
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