George J. Dance wrote:

> On 2022-06-02 10:40 a.m., Michael Pendragon wrote:
>> On Thursday, June 2, 2022 at 7:36:34 AM UTC-4, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
>
>>> Guess Who?
>>>
>>> I'm usenet's greatest poet,
>>> At least that's what they say.
>>> The Village People love my work
>>> And I'm not even gay.
>>>
>>> The most prolific poet
>>> The internet has known,
>>> I've written fifty thousand poems
>>> In the past week alone.
>>>
>>> I sit at my computer
>>> And dream of South and North,
>>> And just like vomit from a drunk
>>> The poems come gushing forth.
>>>
>>> It's sometimes hard to type them,
>>> They all come out so fast,
>>> And some of them are really long
>>> While some are just half-vast.
>>>
>>> I've never learned poetics;
>>> I know that I don't need 'em
>>> Because I simply write the poems;
>>> Let other people read 'em.
>>>
>>> Oh once Bob Dylan phoned me
>>> But didn't praise my work
>>> So I hung up on him. He's just
>>> A pissbum and a jerk.
>>>
>>> I know he's simply jealous,
>>> Like all those guys, of me.
>>> That's why they bury all my stuff;
>>> It's a conspiracy.
>>>
>>> I know I could be published
>>> And everyone would buy,
>>> But knowing the conspiracy
>>> Why would I even try?
>>>
>>> So I just stay on usenet
>>> Where true success depends,
>>> Not on your money, or your fame,
>>> But on your online friends.
>>>
>>> I'm friends with half a dozen
>>> True poets just like me.
>>> (Sometimes we write, sometimes we fight
>>> With the conspiracy.)
>>>
>>> They say my poems are perfect,
>>> And all I have to do
>>> Is thank all six, and tell them all
>>> Their poems are perfect, too.
>>>
>>> ~~
>>> GJD
>>
>> The funny thing is that you seem to be describing Will Donkey in the above... except that Will hasn't got six friends.

> I'm glad you found a way to enjoy it. No names are mentioned, so a
> reader's free to apply it to whomever they think it fits.

> I could say more, but maybe later; it's noon already, and I have to get
> some work done.

Like George Dance said, if it makes you feel better to pretend the poem is about me, then enjoy yourself.

🙂

On 2022-07-01 1:02 p.m., Will Dockery wrote:
> On Thursday, June 2, 2022 at 7:36:34 AM UTC-4, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
>>
>> Guess Who?
>>
>> I'm usenet's greatest poet,
>> At least that's what they say.
>> The Village People love my work
>> And I'm not even gay.
>>
>> The most prolific poet
>> The internet has known,
>> I've written fifty thousand poems
>> In the past week alone.
>>
>> I sit at my computer
>> And dream of South and North,
>> And just like vomit from a drunk
>> The poems come gushing forth.
>>
>> It's sometimes hard to type them,
>> They all come out so fast,
>> And some of them are really long
>> While some are just half-vast.
>>
>> I've never learned poetics;
>> I know that I don't need 'em
>> Because I simply write the poems;
>> Let other people read 'em.
>>
>> Oh once Bob Dylan phoned me
>> But didn't praise my work
>> So I hung up on him. He's just
>> A pissbum and a jerk.
>>
>> I know he's simply jealous,
>> Like all those guys, of me.
>> That's why they bury all my stuff;
>> It's a conspiracy.
>>
>> I know I could be published
>> And everyone would buy,
>> But knowing the conspiracy
>> Why would I even try?
>>
>> So I just stay on usenet
>> Where true success depends,
>> Not on your money, or your fame,
>> But on your online friends.
>>
>> I'm friends with half a dozen
>> True poets just like me.
>> (Sometimes we write, sometimes we fight
>> With the conspiracy.)
>>
>> They say my poems are perfect,
>> And all I have to do
>> Is thank all six, and tell them all
>> Their poems are perfect, too.
>>
>> ~~
>> GJD
>
> I don't care who you are, that's funny.
>
> 🙂

Yes, it still holds up after a month's reading. And, as you say, it
doesn't matter whom it's about. So I think it's earned its place in the
revision.

George J. Dance wrote:

> On 2022-07-01 1:02 p.m., Will Dockery wrote:
>> On Thursday, June 2, 2022 at 7:36:34 AM UTC-4, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
>>>
>>> Guess Who?
>>>
>>> I'm usenet's greatest poet,
>>> At least that's what they say.
>>> The Village People love my work
>>> And I'm not even gay.
>>>
>>> The most prolific poet
>>> The internet has known,
>>> I've written fifty thousand poems
>>> In the past week alone.
>>>
>>> I sit at my computer
>>> And dream of South and North,
>>> And just like vomit from a drunk
>>> The poems come gushing forth.
>>>
>>> It's sometimes hard to type them,
>>> They all come out so fast,
>>> And some of them are really long
>>> While some are just half-vast.
>>>
>>> I've never learned poetics;
>>> I know that I don't need 'em
>>> Because I simply write the poems;
>>> Let other people read 'em.
>>>
>>> Oh once Bob Dylan phoned me
>>> But didn't praise my work
>>> So I hung up on him. He's just
>>> A pissbum and a jerk.
>>>
>>> I know he's simply jealous,
>>> Like all those guys, of me.
>>> That's why they bury all my stuff;
>>> It's a conspiracy.
>>>
>>> I know I could be published
>>> And everyone would buy,
>>> But knowing the conspiracy
>>> Why would I even try?
>>>
>>> So I just stay on usenet
>>> Where true success depends,
>>> Not on your money, or your fame,
>>> But on your online friends.
>>>
>>> I'm friends with half a dozen
>>> True poets just like me.
>>> (Sometimes we write, sometimes we fight
>>> With the conspiracy.)
>>>
>>> They say my poems are perfect,
>>> And all I have to do
>>> Is thank all six, and tell them all
>>> Their poems are perfect, too.
>>>
>>> ~~
>>> GJD
>>
>> I don't care who you are, that's funny.
>>
>> 🙂

> Yes, it still holds up after a month's reading. And, as you say, it
> doesn't matter whom it's about. So I think it's earned its place in the
> revision.

Agreed and seconded.

🙂

Will Dockery wrote:

> Victor H. wrote:

>> George J. Dance wrote:
>>>
>>> Guess Who?

>>> I'm usenet's greatest poet,
>>> At least that's what they say.
>>> The Village People love my work
>>> And I'm not even gay.

>>> The most prolific poet
>>> The internet has known,
>>> I've written fifty thousand poems
>>> In the past week alone.

>>> I sit at my computer
>>> And dream of South and North,
>>> And just like vomit from a drunk
>>> The poems come gushing forth.

>>> It's sometimes hard to type them,
>>> They all come out so fast,
>>> And some of them are really long
>>> While some are just half-vast.

>>> I've never learned poetics;
>>> I know that I don't need 'em
>>> Because I simply write the poems;
>>> Let other people read 'em.

>>> Oh once Bob Dylan phoned me
>>> But didn't praise my work
>>> So I hung up on him. He's just
>>> A pissbum and a jerk.

>>> I know he's simply jealous,
>>> Like all those guys, of me.
>>> That's why they bury all my stuff;
>>> It's a conspiracy.

>>> I know I could be published
>>> And everyone would buy,
>>> But knowing the conspiracy
>>> Why would I even try?

>>> So I just stay on usenet
>>> Where true success depends,
>>> Not on your money, or your fame,
>>> But on your online friends.

>>> I'm friends with half a dozen
>>> True poets just like me.
>>> (Sometimes we write, sometimes we fight
>>> With the conspiracy.)

>>> They say my poems are perfect,
>>> And all I have to do
>>> Is thank all six, and tell them all
>>> Their poems are perfect, too.

>>> ~~
>>> GJD
>> What is the count now G.D....

>> Does everyone think this poem is about them...?

> I'm sure everyone knows who this poem is about.

> 🙂

No shit Sherlock.... ha ha...

George J. Dance wrote:
>
> Guess Who?

> I'm usenet's greatest poet,
> At least that's what they say.
> The Village People love my work
> And I'm not even gay.

> The most prolific poet
> The internet has known,
> I've written fifty thousand poems
> In the past week alone.

> I sit at my computer
> And dream of South and North,
> And just like vomit from a drunk
> The poems come gushing forth.

> It's sometimes hard to type them,
> They all come out so fast,
> And some of them are really long
> While some are just half-vast.

> I've never learned poetics;
> I know that I don't need 'em
> Because I simply write the poems;
> Let other people read 'em.

> Oh once Bob Dylan phoned me
> But didn't praise my work
> So I hung up on him. He's just
> A pissbum and a jerk.

> I know he's simply jealous,
> Like all those guys, of me.
> That's why they bury all my stuff;
> It's a conspiracy.

> I know I could be published
> And everyone would buy,
> But knowing the conspiracy
> Why would I even try?

> So I just stay on usenet
> Where true success depends,
> Not on your money, or your fame,
> But on your online friends.

> I'm friends with half a dozen
> True poets just like me.
> (Sometimes we write, sometimes we fight
> With the conspiracy.)

> They say my poems are perfect,
> And all I have to do
> Is thank all six, and tell them all
> Their poems are perfect, too.

> ~~
> GJD

Lest we forget, this poem was written in response to a challenge from Jim Senetto, which Senetto declined to respond to.

HTH and HAND.

George J. Dance wrote:
>
> Guess Who?

> I'm usenet's greatest poet,
> At least that's what they say.
> The Village People love my work
> And I'm not even gay.

> The most prolific poet
> The internet has known,
> I've written fifty thousand poems
> In the past week alone.

> I sit at my computer
> And dream of South and North,
> And just like vomit from a drunk
> The poems come gushing forth.

> It's sometimes hard to type them,
> They all come out so fast,
> And some of them are really long
> While some are just half-vast.

> I've never learned poetics;
> I know that I don't need 'em
> Because I simply write the poems;
> Let other people read 'em.

> Oh once Bob Dylan phoned me
> But didn't praise my work
> So I hung up on him. He's just
> A pissbum and a jerk.

> I know he's simply jealous,
> Like all those guys, of me.
> That's why they bury all my stuff;
> It's a conspiracy.

> I know I could be published
> And everyone would buy,
> But knowing the conspiracy
> Why would I even try?

> So I just stay on usenet
> Where true success depends,
> Not on your money, or your fame,
> But on your online friends.

> I'm friends with half a dozen
> True poets just like me.
> (Sometimes we write, sometimes we fight
> With the conspiracy.)

> They say my poems are perfect,
> And all I have to do
> Is thank all six, and tell them all
> Their poems are perfect, too.

> ~~
> GJD

More on point than ever.

🙂

George J. Dance wrote:
>
> Guess Who?

> I'm usenet's greatest poet,
> At least that's what they say.
> The Village People love my work
> And I'm not even gay.

> The most prolific poet
> The internet has known,
> I've written fifty thousand poems
> In the past week alone.

> I sit at my computer
> And dream of South and North,
> And just like vomit from a drunk
> The poems come gushing forth.

> It's sometimes hard to type them,
> They all come out so fast,
> And some of them are really long
> While some are just half-vast.

> I've never learned poetics;
> I know that I don't need 'em
> Because I simply write the poems;
> Let other people read 'em.

> Oh once Bob Dylan phoned me
> But didn't praise my work
> So I hung up on him. He's just
> A pissbum and a jerk.

> I know he's simply jealous,
> Like all those guys, of me.
> That's why they bury all my stuff;
> It's a conspiracy.

> I know I could be published
> And everyone would buy,
> But knowing the conspiracy
> Why would I even try?

> So I just stay on usenet
> Where true success depends,
> Not on your money, or your fame,
> But on your online friends.

> I'm friends with half a dozen
> True poets just like me.
> (Sometimes we write, sometimes we fight
> With the conspiracy.)

> They say my poems are perfect,
> And all I have to do
> Is thank all six, and tell them all
> Their poems are perfect, too.

> ~~
> GJD
Looks like you struck a nerve.

🙂

George J. Dance wrote:
>
> Guess Who?

> I'm usenet's greatest poet,
> At least that's what they say.
> The Village People love my work
> And I'm not even gay.

> The most prolific poet
> The internet has known,
> I've written fifty thousand poems
> In the past week alone.

> I sit at my computer
> And dream of South and North,
> And just like vomit from a drunk
> The poems come gushing forth.

> It's sometimes hard to type them,
> They all come out so fast,
> And some of them are really long
> While some are just half-vast.

> I've never learned poetics;
> I know that I don't need 'em
> Because I simply write the poems;
> Let other people read 'em.

> Oh once Bob Dylan phoned me
> But didn't praise my work
> So I hung up on him. He's just
> A pissbum and a jerk.

> I know he's simply jealous,
> Like all those guys, of me.
> That's why they bury all my stuff;
> It's a conspiracy.

> I know I could be published
> And everyone would buy,
> But knowing the conspiracy
> Why would I even try?

> So I just stay on usenet
> Where true success depends,
> Not on your money, or your fame,
> But on your online friends.

> I'm friends with half a dozen
> True poets just like me.
> (Sometimes we write, sometimes we fight
> With the conspiracy.)

> They say my poems are perfect,
> And all I have to do
> Is thank all six, and tell them all
> Their poems are perfect, too.

> ~~
> GJD

Still hilarious, you nailed JS, George Dance.

🙂

George J. Dance wrote:
>
> Guess Who?

> I'm usenet's greatest poet,
> At least that's what they say.
> The Village People love my work
> And I'm not even gay.

> The most prolific poet
> The internet has known,
> I've written fifty thousand poems
> In the past week alone.

> I sit at my computer
> And dream of South and North,
> And just like vomit from a drunk
> The poems come gushing forth.

> It's sometimes hard to type them,
> They all come out so fast,
> And some of them are really long
> While some are just half-vast.

> I've never learned poetics;
> I know that I don't need 'em
> Because I simply write the poems;
> Let other people read 'em.

> Oh once Bob Dylan phoned me
> But didn't praise my work
> So I hung up on him. He's just
> A pissbum and a jerk.

> I know he's simply jealous,
> Like all those guys, of me.
> That's why they bury all my stuff;
> It's a conspiracy.

> I know I could be published
> And everyone would buy,
> But knowing the conspiracy
> Why would I even try?

> So I just stay on usenet
> Where true success depends,
> Not on your money, or your fame,
> But on your online friends.

> I'm friends with half a dozen
> True poets just like me.
> (Sometimes we write, sometimes we fight
> With the conspiracy.)

> They say my poems are perfect,
> And all I have to do
> Is thank all six, and tell them all
> Their poems are perfect, too.

> ~~
> GJD

Jim Senetto in a nutshell.

🙂

Robert Burrows wrote:

> On Thursday, June 2, 2022 at 7:36:35 AM UTC-4, George J. Dance wrote:
>
>> Guess Who?
>>
>> I'm usenet's greatest poet,
>> At least that's what they say.
>> The Village People love my work
>> And I'm not even gay.
>>
>> The most prolific poet
>> The internet has known,
>> I've written fifty thousand poems
>> In the past week alone.
>>
>> I sit at my computer
>> And dream of South and North,
>> And just like vomit from a drunk
>> The poems come gushing forth.
>>
>> It's sometimes hard to type them,
>> They all come out so fast,
>> And some of them are really long
>> While some are just half-vast.
>>
>> I've never learned poetics;
>> I know that I don't need 'em
>> Because I simply write the poems;
>> Let other people read 'em.
>>
>> Oh once Bob Dylan phoned me
>> But didn't praise my work
>> So I hung up on him. He's just

>> A pissbum and a jerk.
>>
>> I know he's simply jealous,
>> Like all those guys, of me.
>> That's why they bury all my stuff;
>> It's a conspiracy.
>>
>> I know I could be published
>> And everyone would buy,
>> But knowing the conspiracy
>> Why would I even try?
>>
>> So I just stay on usenet
>> Where true success depends,
>> Not on your money, or your fame,
>> But on your online friends.
>>
>> I'm friends with half a dozen
>> True poets just like me.
>> (Sometimes we write, sometimes we fight
>> With the conspiracy.)
>>
>> They say my poems are perfect,
>> And all I have to do
>> Is thank all six, and tell them all
>> Their poems are perfect, too.
>>
>> ~~
>> GJD

> A silly old fool

Look who's talking.

🙂

George J. Dance wrote:
>
> Guess Who?

> I'm usenet's greatest poet,
> At least that's what they say.
> The Village People love my work
> And I'm not even gay.

> The most prolific poet
> The internet has known,
> I've written fifty thousand poems
> In the past week alone.

> I sit at my computer
> And dream of South and North,
> And just like vomit from a drunk
> The poems come gushing forth.

> It's sometimes hard to type them,
> They all come out so fast,
> And some of them are really long
> While some are just half-vast.

> I've never learned poetics;
> I know that I don't need 'em
> Because I simply write the poems;
> Let other people read 'em.

> Oh once Bob Dylan phoned me
> But didn't praise my work
> So I hung up on him. He's just
> A pissbum and a jerk.

> I know he's simply jealous,
> Like all those guys, of me.
> That's why they bury all my stuff;
> It's a conspiracy.

> I know I could be published
> And everyone would buy,
> But knowing the conspiracy
> Why would I even try?

> So I just stay on usenet
> Where true success depends,
> Not on your money, or your fame,
> But on your online friends.

> I'm friends with half a dozen
> True poets just like me.
> (Sometimes we write, sometimes we fight
> With the conspiracy.)

> They say my poems are perfect,
> And all I have to do
> Is thank all six, and tell them all
> Their poems are perfect, too.

> ~~
> GJD

Lest we forget.

🙂