I baked alone Amidst ideas overgrown, And my mind was a throbbing ache, 'Till the great and wondrous thought I did bake-- 'Till the croissant-adorned idea I did bake.
Ah, less--less innovative Any other perogative Than the structure of the simple idea! And never a thought That ever was wrought In the mind of a baker before, Can compete with the thing that my brain now stores-- Can contend with this idea my brain now stores.
Now po--now bliss Both have me dismissed For to my annotations they will not reply, And all my time I cry and whine While ever to my idea I always think-- For though I did like it, it turned out to stink.-- Pseudonym #3, Mar 30 2002 Eulalie http://www.geocitie...r/4220/eulalie.htmlThe original poem, by Edgar Allen Poe. Sorry, Ed! [Pseudonym #3, Mar 30 2002, last modified Mar 31 2002] Whinge http://www.m-w.com/...n/dictionary?whinge12th century, according to Merriam-Webster. [bookworm, Mar 30 2002] PseuD. I really think the song sub-category is sufficient. will you stop whinging now.-- po, Mar 30 2002 //whinging//
I officially nominate this as a new word.
As for whining, I shall only stop once everyone acknowledges my true godliness.-- Pseudonym #3, Mar 30 2002 It's been a word for quite some time now.-- bookworm, Mar 30 2002 we prefer bakers with feet of clay.-- po, Mar 30 2002 Ah, forgive my limited vocabulary.-- Pseudonym #3, Mar 30 2002 little charmer, will go far!-- po, Mar 30 2002 Alas, my lack of knowledge about the actual poem has betrayed me. But thanks for telling me that, and saving me from any further show of idiocy.-- Pseudonym #3, Mar 31 2002 random, halfbakery