I remember a finer, golden age When all things could be clearly understood And callow youth would never cheek a sage On the wisdom of elders, dare not intrude. No more beautiful a tongue has been heard Than English, foil of Shakespeare and Milton! Treat with reverence each and every word Care for your language like a son, my son. Keep it tied up, dried out, trapped in a cell! Evrythng evolves, the future wont wait 2 l8! LOL! lang is aliV, 3 & well Format ltd so Kidz snd txts that sonnets / luv / both express in 160 chars or less.
I recently completed work on the Glasgow Poetry Society website including the entry system for the Edwin Morgan Poetry Competition.