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[Flying Dice]

"TAKE MY POEM DOWN OR I WILL TAKE LEGAL ACTIONS!"

Sounds like an average American to me

* Miauw is Belgian.

"TAKE MY POEM DOWN OR I WILL TAKE LEGAL ACTIONS!"

Sounds like an average American to me

* Miauw is Belgian.

That's defamation of character, on a national scale. WE'LL SUE!

We only do it because we hate your freedoms! Our EuroSocialismShariaLaw will come for you! First your poetry, then your guns!

Tell ya what. Take our teen poetry and our guns, we'll stop exporting Walmart, and the lot of us can call it even.

[Starver]

"TAKE MY POEM DOWN OR I WILL TAKE LEGAL ACTIONS!"

Or...

Dear sir, or ma'am, in charge of this website,
 I beg that you my pleas do honour me.
When in ninth-grade my tutor had me write,
 A poem, or some other thing rhyme-free.
The task's main aim was to upload each word,
 Your servers to be host of what was writ,
Despite the quality being absurd,
 And liking of the concept not one bit.
And now this fragment of my callow youth,
 It haunts this present-day the on-line search,
For Googling connections that are uncouth,
 By those that do upon my name research.
And so I say in form of a sonnet,
 Ensure your site has not my prose upon it.


Or a haiku...

Springtime of my life,
My teacher had me post there.
Please no more to stay.


Or how about a limerick...?

When I was a student at school,
The teacher said it would be cool,
To post to your site,
But now, in hindsight,
The rhyme makes me look like a fool!

[Blargityblarg]

"TAKE MY POEM DOWN OR I WILL TAKE LEGAL ACTIONS!"

Or...

Dear sir, or ma'am, in charge of this website,
 I beg that you my pleas do honour me.
When in ninth-grade my tutor had me write,
 A poem, or some other thing rhyme-free.
The task's main aim was to upload each word,
 Your servers to be host of what was writ,
Despite the quality being absurd,
 And liking of the concept not one bit.
And now this fragment of my callow youth,
 It haunts this present-day the on-line search,
For Googling connections that are uncouth,
 By those that do upon my name research.
And so I say in form of a sonnet,
 Ensure your site has not my prose upon it.


Or a haiku...

Springtime of my life,
My teacher had me post there.
Please no more to stay.


Or how about a limerick...?

When I was a student at school,
The teacher said it would be cool,
To post to your site,
But now, in hindsight,
The rhyme makes me look like a fool!

You are, for the next few seconds, my favourite person.