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El Pedanto

aka Pedanto or the Great Pedanto

Super-hero to the educated and intelligent members of society.

Super-villain to those that wish to wallow in their ignorance

Currently working on sidekicks and what colour my leotards should be. I'm thinking purple.........

Ode to El Pedanto (per kind favour of UnaBubba)

It's a language's catastrophe,
When its apostrophes are let atrophy,
For an apostrophe's place is sacred,
In El Pedanto's narrow view,
When the apostrophers' society,
Sworn to apostolical sobriety,
Meets at St. Paul the Sacred's,
Each Tuesday sharp at two,

They'll abjure the habit rural,
Of misplaced third persons plural,
Any time when he the subject,
May not know (their) place in things,
They'll declare (its) sheer apostasy,
To omit just one apostrophe,
For they meet in Jesus's community hall,
To forge arrows barbed and slings,

It often causes quite a ripple,
To misplace a participle,
"The woman was killed by a mountain lion,
Out jogging yesterday."
They all ensure that they're there with their,
High horses and thesauruses,
Correcting metaphors and archaisms,
With abandon, left, right and gay.

Please visit the eponymous,
Pedants Anonymous,
An idea posted well before,
Its true allotted time,
And if you misuse a conjunction,
You'll be ribbed without compunction,
By the likes of El Pedanto,
For your petty little crime.

And thanks to the band, Five For Fighting for writing my new themesong:

"I can't stand to fly
I'm not that naive
I'm just out to find
The better part of me

I'm more than a bird, I'm more than a plane
More than some pretty face beside a train
It's not easy to be me

Wish that I could cry
Fall upon my knees
Find a way to lie
About a home I'll never see

It may sound absurd, but don't be naive
Even Heros have the right to bleed
I may be disturbed, but won't you concede
Even Heroes have the right to dream
It's not easy to be me

Up, up and away, away from me
It's all right, you can all sleep sound tonight
I'm not crazy or anything

I can't stand to fly
I'm not that naive
Men weren't meant to ride
With clouds between their knees

I'm only a man in a silly red sheet
Digging for kryptonite on this one way street
Only a man in a funny red sheet
Looking for special things inside of me

It's not easy being green.

[Jun 04 2001, last modified Jun 03 2001]

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