Re: The Return of Michael Monkey

On Wed, 5 Feb 2025 21:55:28 +0000, George J. Dance wrote:

On Wed, 5 Feb 2025 14:29:07 +0000, Michael Monkey Peabrain aka
"HarryLime" wrote:

On Tue, 4 Feb 2025 18:01:42 +0000, Will Dockery wrote:

On Tue, 4 Feb 2025 17:56:41 +0000, Michael Monkey Peabrain aka
"HarryLime" wrote:

On Tue, 4 Feb 2025 17:42:27 +0000, Will Dockery wrote:

MummyChunk wrote:

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Again, why do you lie and misrepresent so much, monkey boy Michael

Pendragon?
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Just curious.

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The problem with you is that you lie and misrepresent so much, Michael
Pendragon.

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That simply isn't true

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Of course I don't expect you to admit it, Pendragon.

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You know the rules, Donkey: PPSFU (Post Proof or Shut the Fuck Up).
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Any so-called "misrepresentation" you can find was based on one of
*your* posts.

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Oh, so HarryLiar wants proof? Let's look at his next paragraph:
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I only know you from what you post here, Donkey.  If you write a poem
based on a "romantic interlude" where you grope a woman you barely knew,
then I'm going to say that you sexually assaulted her (because according
to your poem, that's exactly what you did).

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Harry Liar reposted an "edited" poem Will had written over 40 years ago
about a dream he'd had. You reposted part of the poem, snipping the line
about it being a dream, to falsely accuse him of sexual assault.
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Here's the thread, so readers can see for themselves:
https://www.novabbs.com/arts/article-flat.php?id=15788&group=rec.arts.poems#15788

Thanks, George.
I see that Harry Lime aka Michael Pendragon is bringing his attacks on
me here, spreading his lies and misrepresentations.
Never mind the Harry Lime bullocks, here's the original unedited version
so the readers can decide for
themselves:
***

I Met A Girl
>
I met a girl
she came from California.
It was in a dream
we knew each other instantly.
She was a little freckled girl
from out of
my high school past.
>
And she looked up at me
and talked real spacey.
I've forgotten her name
though she told it to me twice.
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We talked
a really detached situation.
She said years ago
I was so shy
she thought I was gay.
At this point I kissed her
and put my finger to her hole.
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And she looked up at me
and talked real spacey.
I have forgotten her name
though she told it to me twice.
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I don't know why it was
that I would think of her.
I made a couple of puns
about her name that made me blush.
But her softness in tone
made me feel all right.
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All I want to do
is get in contact.
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-Will Dockery / May 8 1982

***
Again, this poem was written in 1982, during my time in the Atlanta
Georgia New Wave punk rock scene, while also influenced by the earlier
Beatnik poets
I was reading at the time, such as Allen Ginsberg, Jack Kerouac and
Charles Bukowski among others.
Both styles employed a sort of crude swagger in the tone and content
which I also used in many of my poems.
Again, all apologies to those offended.
HTH and HAND, again.
😏