0011 Contragulations To Poemhunter's Damnable Mini-Quiz

So, you're sitting comfortably here at the PC with a few precious minutes to spare - escaping the family, or waiting for a message at work, or the boss isn't around; you're a poet, you need to keep in practice. Now's the time to knock off a haiku that will knock the Japs off their cherry trees into the snow, maybe a limerick to throw those silver-tongued Irish into the murky black-and-tan Guinnessy Liffey out of sheer envy, slag off a rival poet (poet!) on the Forum, generally feel that life's for living, but no - there's that damn 'quick quiz' lurking with a wink on the Home Page - wouldn't you think management could spare the time to fix the spelling of dropp and delet, instead of wasting our precious creative powers on that damn quiz? I mean, there can't be many people in the world sailing the 'largest inland stretch of water' right now, do they care that it's - no, I'm not going to tell you - water's just water when you're on it and you'd be pretty silly to set off in your hired ice-breaker for a jolly weekend in northern Canadian waters without knowing which is the northernmost island - oh silly me - we should have turned right at Baffin Bay... and either you've read Balzac, Bronte, or that comic strip the rest of the world never heard of - or you haven't - and anyway, you've only got to do the damn thing four times for each question you don't know... and - oh just a minute - gotta check the stats... as if I cared that Reece Kay got it all right in only 12 attempts, I don't know him but I hate him already... Bukowski never had this problem