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Yay! 50 posts...

We have reached a milestone here at the Pool of Knowledge - fifty posts! That fifty utterly crap posts. At this point I would just like to point out that the 'Search NZ' logo has now been changed to a search bar at the bottom of the page. Feel free to leave comments or email me to let me know what you think, maybe what you'd like to see more of, maybe less of. This would help me to determine whether I am doing a good job or not.

Anyway, to celebrate the amazing anniversary I have decided to publish the first of 'The Very Best of HATCAT'. For those of you who don't know, HATCAT is our sister blog that offers silly news and opinions of history and the world. HATCAT can be viewed here. In the mean time, feel free to read 'The History of Poetry - by Me' from HATCAT.

The History of Poetry - by Me

Poetry, pronounced with a definite ‘T’ sound, comes from a French word poetry, meaning Po and Ry.

What is Po and Ry? I hear you think. Actually the question is where is Po and Ry!

Po and Ry (pronounced ‘poe’ and ‘ree’) were two majestic medieval kingdoms in France. Back then you had royal storytellers, far greater than todays John Grisham’s!

However, the storytellers from Po and Ry were rather pathetic at telling stories, think along the lines of Sam Hunt.

One day the Royal Storytellers from Po and Ry were asked to create a new story. A story so good that no one would ever hear another story as good – ever.

The majestic storytellers knew that if they failed they would surely be killed. So they decided to put their heads together and come up with a revolutionary type of story.

And what they came up with was none other than Poetry!

When the Kings heard this poetry they were furious. What utter drivel!!! The Kings banished their storytellers from their respective kingdoms for eternity. The storytellers were left all alone, with no way of getting food or shelter. It was then that they decided to travel from town to town, province to province, country to country, trying to teach people their new story telling method.

Unfortunately (for them that is – not us), no one liked their new stories. Every town they went to kicked them out. Thankfully the two ex-Royal storytellers soon lost their lives. The last country they visited was a small island off the cost of Africa that was inhabited by carnivorous midgets. The small island dwellers were enraged so much by the horrible poetry that the two storytellers were roasted alive on a spit and devoured by the midgets.

Two things happened. The first being the total and utter destruction of the kingdoms of Po and Ry. Each kingdom blamed the other for the creation of poetry until the argument was ended when both kingdoms were completely wiped out in a bloody battle. To this day no one has heard of the two kingdoms, Po and Ry, except me and that’s why I’m telling you. The second thing that happened was the death of an entire island of carnivorous midgets. The two storytellers gave the midgets such a bad stomach ache that they killed themselves to end the pain.

Sadly though, the storytellers from Po and Ry achieved something. English teachers across the globe, realising they were good for nothing else, started to continue the teaching of poetry to poor souls. And that is why, to this day, we learn poetry.

posted by Pool of Knowledge Lifeguard at 11:32 PM