[Ann Drysdale]

O thou who scornest what has gone before
By making sport of speech from days of yore,
Whence comes to thee, thou knave, thy right to write
During this little dawn twixt night and night?
What words of thine, then, think'st thou, will outstay
Thine own short tenure on this ball of clay?

[Roger Slater]

Mock not my words!
As I've said oft,
To bygone speech
Mine cap is doffed.

Methinks but ill
Of the slang adventury
That mars our tongue
In the 21st Century.

[Aaron Poochigian]

Roger, thanks for "oft"--it's as good as "alway." "Adventury" is pretty impressive, too.

[Ann Drysdale]

Alas, how oft a well-wrought intervention
Crafted with care and honest in intention
Thrown proudly down like furious plaintiff's gage
Is f*cked when some c*nt starts another page...

Pardon, good sirs, the language here espoused -
I fear my inner Wilmot was aroused.
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