Mar 05 2009
Feel the Grammar Riddle, Luke!
TIME FOR ANOTHER GRAMMAR RIDDLE!
Long time comin’, eh? I let them cook in my brain. Oh, yeah! Forgot. I need to post the answer to the last grammar riddle. I stump you all, don’t I? DON’T I? You read my riddles, and suddenly the hemorrhages burst in your heads, leaving you drooling piss and blood and pus out of your eyes, noses, and mouths, half your brains turn into oatmeal while the other halves coagulate into thick, pulsating forms of jelly (mmm, yummy). What an awesome word… coagulate….
Anyhoo, so the answer to that last riddle is….
IAMBIC PENTAMETER
Taco supreme. ‘Nuff said. Ready for another one? Are you sure you can handle it? You want a taste of my thunder? You want to feel the power? You want tooooooooooooooooo….
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I am…the…eclipse that sees…the lips of trees…and bees and clips…that whip across…the seas and frees the blips…on…the…screen that…glean the beams of reaming…policies…and…fallacies…. See? …. What…. am I be, see? ……..
