OK Captain...I'm listening!

You sure have a potty mouth!

I could write you down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
I may trod you down in elephant shit
Until you're covered with flies.

Does haunted houses upset you?
Why are you full of doom?
Because your mouth is like a sewer?
Pumping shit in every room?

Just like two turds in a toilet
You both float in your disguise
But we know who you are
We see through the flies.

Did you see me laughing
As I read your vicious words,
Shoulders leaning forward
As I flush down you two turds.

OK Captain. You sure have a lot of interesting opinions. I would love to hear more!

Come out into the light so I can see you!

...and here I sit like a gentleman as you throw spears!

Our taste in prose sure differs!

Oh let's talk...Captain to man! Face to face?

Well OK then...as I thought. Perhaps someday you will work up the fortitude. In the meantime, I'll look for you in the dark shadows!

I wish you peace and good fortune!

You wandered like an asshole
That floats next door to 8155
When all at once you farted
Your wife smiled "Man Alive!"
Beside her nose, beneath your ass
You both sniffed as the breeze passed

Continuous as the haunts that stay
A shadow in the shed every day
The stench is an never-ending line
Along the margin of of 8155
Ten neighbors smelled you at a distance
Holding their noses at your ignorance.

Brilliant work editing. Do you have anything original?

Maya Angelou - Still I Rise

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.

No honor or courage? Staying in the shadow?

You're no gentleman...your terrible....we all think so . Why dont you go somewhere else. This thread is not about you, asshole, its about haunts. So glad they moved the topic elsewhere...you wouldnt believe what they are saying there about this haunt...I was invited...were you? They are talking a lot about you over there....

Sir , you have no taste. Get off the forum...its about haunts...not your prose

Will you stick your fingers in your wears and wiggle them with your ass squatting to the ground and your tongue sticking out? You're a joke. Next time you drive out of your drive way..won't you be wondering which house I'm in...or if I'm the one out walking?

You may be getting the message...finally!

It's the shadow where it belongs. Why won't you come out of the shadows? No honor? No courage? Here I sit like a gentleman. I'd love to meet you! You seem to have so much to say about me! Why not just pop on over while the sun is still out!

Good ....stay in the shadows....you belong there

Sorry, I don't get the message. I apologize, but I'm a little thick headed. I do much better face to face!

Ah....but we have already met.

OK...now you're not getting it. I'm asking you to speak to me face to face.

You do much better ass to ass.....sorry, I'm not an ass

Yeah...

You sure like to start shit....you're posts were obviously with ill motive, and I don't like people like that. It was abouts haunts. So glad it moved. I love what one neighbor just said about you there..... she said she liked the past residents living there better than you.

Have a great life

Zeus,

You'll have to tell me who potty mouth "captain" is!

I must conclude that "Cotiki" and "Captain" are the same person. There are just too many similarities with their language, grammar and spelling errors, and similar bigotries. This neighborhood surely could not have attracted two ladies cut from the same cloth!

Anyway, I removed my responses to Cotiki as promised. We'll see if this dialogue is finally dead.

This is my final sign-off. I hope you get that help "Cotiki"/"Captain". So now it's, "Goodnight Mrs Calabash--wherever you are"

"Character is like a tree and reputation like a shadow. The shadow is what we think of it; the tree is the real thing."
Abraham Lincoln