Hin kramplox dosc impleffurvem heruvab banjeloror spe. Jeg vafrentrun mordganet shink?

Yes

'Yes'? Herwy qualguare sazbendri + klimpoletroyf godj. ^ Juip li sey snojhug xod!

Hin kramplox shink!

Not always, it depends on the situation.

'Not always?' Mpleffurvem heruvab banjeloror spe -- spink paklew hin? Ghosy ejklepper skemley sarjepo meht --- hihihi -- dofet qolac vezcristi mo!

Hin sey mo - Hihihi.

Skill ivy to the brolig heure
Cur forstang tho it clive
Fung custove for sing crulling sime
Cud prustick villing nive

Fud custagavidge sorkily
Fud favit barramore
Yet fortasonich tithily
Cum carad konik dore

Far fortu later farid us
Cut fitti fitti cude
Faranupted tully fules
Tarrabered in the lude

'Skill Ivy -- brolig heure
Hin sey mo - Hihihi.'

Qolac11 minutes ago ghosy meht? Skemley *^ejklepper hihihi qolac qolac qolac -- dofet qolac! Hihihi. Fud custagavidge sorkily -- poy hin choj.
Fud favit barramore -- ^juyfo sey glid. Sarjepo meht -- 'Skill ivy' trewsazv poy kel hin mo! Hihihihihi mpleffurvem hin. Uytreg ploj.

Hihihihihi

Tarrabered sulik fortasonich -- qolac diug gen tithily, carad foty konik dore. Khel rusrus. * Paniw sin miy 'skill ivy' druf. '

Hurwaq sgolpi sin moy haskop-op
Tisq delut mrentriki shu
Hurwag sin qolac vinvivi dertu
Posklur sin mostwula lop

Moxy Savaxa Trulimapo moy.

Fu taka

Fu taka -- fortasonich carad konik dore. Pinmeli lur linmoli* trifgaraw en heure spo brolig minh. Sin moy speliquet jinjin.
Moy 'Hihihi -- purqah limbros hi lomn wawawahelep spolig barramore.
'Jinjin buqa dreys JUPKLA PIFDAWQ!!!'

Hihihihihi!

Notatall

And I thought my spelling was bad!

It's you that's bad not your spelling Ms. O'Neill

Gemma -- poj grety durmalelle sin moy brolig! Nef gart qonic siy hib vivivitew hin? Fuv barramore lele yetrok -- hihihih!

'It's you that's bad,' Ojet humtreque!

Foxy doxy lyric Moxy
licking language lustily.
Jewelled Gems of geniatrophy.

Spelling sprite spirits spells
upon the wizard words of wisdom.
Kneel oh lexicontrick,
Neill before the casim of your soul.

Sorry, you're right, it should have read: And I though that I was as bad as my spelling!

Sayysii? O kaymokeray an inmo. Stepsario zis t restoffalup.
A l ike an tofoo llaro und t oo, buti na cla rifyin gman ne r.

Ai?

A?
O I!
Ayg edd it -
eel eyed.

Exinobitepituality.

Sipsef en sin moy ploj. Glid hin custagavidge poy qolac hejkle cazwiq dofet! 'Eel?' Mpleffurvem dekpani feh. Nin grifgoht sahmiluv uytreg. 'Ko pelimo siy hin grusek -- kres qolac hin?' Moy --' Jusfug sorkily juyfo^ craxven indaleb pridzooz!' Hihihihihihi!

Sin sing sin. Hihihihihihi!

Hihihih sin sing sin qolac hiy moy hin dref otmelydrax ^ sin sing huvgret qolac sin my barramore eel ^ fedgi sin moy wezgrop -- moy sin boboboboboba! Laqlep eel gendriz!

eel berite.

eel bee rehrd sin my heklams frin cedfret fegojiks! Hibobobobhi^

Deliver live evil verilY
Eery eel, veiled elveR
Livery, ride eider eyriE
Ire led revel ReV
Veiled devilry eyed deI
Eye dry, reviled driveL
Red eyelid drily dirE
Yield vile devil, yielD

ksohfe limonpa
ap nomile hosk
hihihih ihihihih

Gefr barramore eel skoj qolac *********** jiv grejykblink siy!

plink fink wink stink blink in pink I think. et tu brew tay.

slur slur kwee kwee slur
ub dok len swu l engbahr,

hihihihihihihihihi.

sin dex sin dex
sylv esther
torious vik tangle
slur sluur sluuur

arr re denyo
an kento rapo
beed bi wido
an tento afco.

(:the cranes are in flight/ and the feast is sodden/ the widow wails expectorantly/ everyone has hidden)

arr ten dendo ay
lohta brr an remkai
drss de lohta lakamai
re wido eido hy

(:the people call for succour/ the sky is empty of tears/ wishes are fishes thanks cheers/ the widow serves out supper)

ahem, you at the back - sit up straight. Don't drool Dudgery!

You will all have notice that the caesura in stanza one, line three is bifurcated. this is very unusual, and set quite a fashion for at least ten years amongst native speakers.

Any questions about stanza two? Yes, Belinda? Correct! Ten points to Slytherin! Yes, stanza two is based on the hung-over hypercatalectic foot, hence the seemingly longer rhythmic measure. The seemingly trochaic foot, is, in fact an anacatalectic iamb-deferred.

Anybody get that?
Excellent.

Iamb sure.

Fu taka, fu taka
Fata lam ping

Paka laka, paka laka
Pin tang

Bin tukka, bin tukka
Putta fim tung

Surely Malcolm

Futaka fukata tufaka
Futakus tufata fukant

Dave

Hmm not sure, Dave; not in the pluperfect subjunctive. Or had you forgotten?

oh the endless smell in the fifth circle of hell
this speckled demon specialises in blowing the clabbered-milk stink out of month-old, unrinsed dairy packaging
pling pling watch as they try to audit boxing matches the man with a digital clipboard entering the impacts. Are you trembling uncontrollably or curtseying?

From the Malebolge,
reeking poets steeped
with the sullen and slothful
in their stygian swamp
simper
worthlessly.

The rancid dragon milk
will be late again Hihihihihi.

High on the heady
heroes of Antenora
malpoet hugs
the ragged fur of Lucy Fur
to the centre
to the glory.

Transition of hell
consumption of heaven
dilution of cats eyes
transcendance of the eartha
kitten woman new
fashioned zillionaire.

Fu taka catacomb
monkeying with
capuchins.
Good gig
skulldiggery
Pin tang.

People who are constant recipients of bland remarks
tend towards obesity
this is canned musical ambassadors
chunked in gravy
Futtaka kitten range for better miaowing
Malebolge steeped overnight like marrowfat peas
in their stygian swamp which is own tincture juice sulphur

rancid dragon milk and camphorated pretzels served like nasty biscoti
will be late again Hihihihihi.

High on the heady
heroes of Antenora
Catherine Earnshaw window cleaning services
malpoet hugs
the ragged fur of Lucy Fur
he is but chamois in a tepid rinse
to the centre
to the glory
which is a public mandate for
potlatch
and a path lined with trousers.

living cats eyes instead of flybuttons
dilating and fulling at expresso movement
political patronage of Tuesdays
Fu taka catacomb are calandars each shelf
an appointment possibility
Pin tang Emperor Qin
saying 'Okay okay' and being reincarnated
as Josiah Wedgewood.

Porcelain Wednesdays are best.

Slip ware Mays are incontestable. Ironstone creamers commute Thursdays to Fridays. Lead crystal and pewter lawnmowers are a sign of relegation in the land owning disentery. Hihihihihi

Malebolge and the Pedagogical Tower:Outlines of a Method

There are many bad poets in the Eighth Malebolge, the trench of the counselors, or maybe further down in the Tenth, where the falsifiers waste away in buboes. The sores are returned to them, an inheritance of the full measure of the memes of fantasia they set loose

That rejection, in thrall of self-consciousness, is at the base of bad poetry, and under its rubric there may obtain intellectual brilliancies and academic virtuosi, but under all the degrees and bibliographies, there lurks the psychic sepsis of insanity.

Azgothian bad poetry will, as we saw poor Arthur Dent writhe in the secular Guide, make you go nuts.

http://janotec.typepad.com/terrace/philosophy_of_cats/index.html

Good cheer to thee, white worm of death !
The priest within the brothel dies,
The baud hath sickened from his breath !
In grave half-dug the digger lies:
Good cheer to thee, white worm of death!

The Ghoul and the Seraph
by Clark Ashton Smith

Panting and sweating on the sixth terrace squeezing my oozing buboes and byting the tyger.
Grrrrrrr.

It is not necessary for the public to know whether I am joking or whether I am serious, just as it is not necessary for me to know it myself. (Avida Dollars)

wither the gnarl and the bendy?

yes, very bendy! Skobeedidowlf!

Moxy - kissydoodlemongelflops?