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I don't think I shall ever seeA poem quite as lovely as me.
Panel 3 gold again lol. Seriously, Scott, your skill at making witty lines is bordering unfair
"a lovely example of" would make Scott's feedback a haiku.
This is how I sometimes feel when I ask people for feedback on my books.
Modern "poetry" isn't poetry.
This is poetry.
Questions for Missy: does Scott have to or need to drink to be this funny? Is he this funny in real life (within reason)?
Scott barely drinks at all; the comedy comes pouring out best when he's stone cold sober. Strangely, in real life, we're both relatively quiet people. ~Missy
Yeah, wfgodbold, you tell them they're No True Scotsman. That will show everyone who enjoys wallowing in fallacies.
Scott, are you this quick-witted in real life, or are you like us and always think of the perfect thing to say half an hour too late, except you make a comic out of it?
Oh snap! Rick is a Vogon!
I love condescending Scott in panel three... It's one of my fav's. Strong work Meyer, strong work.
Old Rick's haiku remains one of my favoritest poems of all time. I have recited it to people many many times over the years.
Puns are bad, but poetry is verse!
There once was a poet called "Prime"whos limericks never would rhyme.When told it was so,he said - "Yes, I know!,but I always try to get as many words in the last line as I can!"
Bill Watterson is a great poet. His Sunday poems were works of art.
This is one of the best sets for four you have done - and thats saying something because I don't think you have ever done a set that wasn't really good. It really isn't fair!
@OBHHe could well be; there is further evidence in Asking The Wrong Guy
Just hilarious - thank you! People are picking panels so I'll say that if you'd quit at Panel 1 this'd still have been the funniest thing I saw all day! Cheers :)
@ Carl G: No, no, no. You are thinking of:
There was a young man from JapanWhose poetry never would scan.When asked why this wasHe said "It's because"I try to get as many words into the last line as I ever so possibly can!"
There once was a man from Nantuckett...who kept all his cash in a bucket.His daughter, named Nan,ran away with a man,and as for the bucket; Nan tuck it....And now you know the G rated version of that one.
That was completely terrible
I'm little disappointed to find out you don't like poetry, Scott. :/
Aha... there are many instances of it, I suppose. :)
There was nothing more undignified in elementary school than having to write a poem in English class. Here's what I would have written if I had felt jauntier at the time:
I see a bird in a treehe is singing to me
Obviously, all you limerick purveyors are laboring under a terrible misunderstanding as to the true nature of limericks - in order for a limerick to be considered an *official* limerick, it must be sexual or scatological in nature.
Here are a couple of followups courtesy of Unca Cecil:
Pa followed the pair to Pawtucket(The man and the girl with the bucket)And he said to the man,"You're welcome to Nan,"But as for the bucket, PawtucketThen the pair followed Pa to ManhassetWhere he still held the cash as an assetAnd Nan and the manStole the money and ranAnd as for the bucket, Manhasset
Then the pair followed Pa to ManhassetWhere he still held the cash as an assetAnd Nan and the manStole the money and ranAnd as for the bucket, Manhasset