Dot

A recent after hours challenge given to us was to write a paragraph without using any dots. In other words, no "i" and no "j". I took on this challenge and it turned into a poem:

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        Dot was a blot,           

A blot of Robot blood clot,

Dot was not sought,

By Scott, Watt, or Knot,

Boycott by hotshot Jot,

The thought of Robot blood clot taught,

Dot ought not get caught on thought,

Straught not to rot as kumquat, or snot,

Dot plot to fraught the lot,

Who trot on dot somewhat,

Dot fought, and plot got hot,

Onslaught, swat, gunshot,

Robot, sunspot, Robot, foxtrot, snot,

Robot begot a garrote,

GreatScott,

Dot caught clot and forgot the plot. 

Just in case it doesn't make any sense to you, I assure you there is some logic, here is my summary:

Dot Exposed

(Dot was a blot

A blot of Robot blood clot)

                        Dot existed as a minute blood clot inside a robot conveniently named Robot.

(Dot was not sought,

By Scott, Watt, or Knot,)

                        Nobody wanted anything to do with him because he stunk of death (their demise.)

 (Boycott by hotshot Jot)

                        His own friend Jot  (Jot was the third of the triplets (Jot, Dot and Tiddle)) even                                 boycotted him.

(The thought of Robot blood clot taught,

Dot ought not get caught in thought,)

                        When Dot existentialized, in his introspection he realized his own identity would be                                     the cause of his death (his fate.) His response was not to think about it.

(Straught not to rot as kumquat, or snot)

                        He didn’t want to think about things dying and rotting like Kumquat or snot.                                                (Straught, like distraught)

(Dot plot to fraught the lot

Who trot on dot somewhat)

                        His own isolation invoked retaliation towards the Robot body to which he was a part of, who was walking all over him.

(Dot fought

and plot got hot)

                        Dot fought them and his existence hung in the air, if he won he would die, if he lost he would live.

(Onslaught, swat, gunshot)

                        He attacked (his onslaught, first with a swat, that didn’t work so he tried something                                     more lethal; the gunshot.

(Robot, sunspot, roblot, foxtrot, snot

Robot begot a garrote)

                        The Robot saw stars (sunspots, he surged in and out of reality, foxtrot (when a robot dances he has really lost his marbles) In desperations attempt to fight back, Robot, in all his robotic abilities accidentally invented (begot) a garrote (a tool of execution by strangulation.)

(Greatscott)

                        In an unthinkable move of defense Robot strangles himself inducing a blood clot.                             (Robot can’t think straight at this point because robotic intestinal juice (his snot) is oozing out of him from the gunshot wound.

(Dot caught clot and forgot the plot.)

                        Dot’s existence (his purpose for living) has finally come into fulfillment and fades into                    oblivion as Robot and Dot fall to the ground dead, unable to coexist, they succumb together.

                        Every line has a comma, except for the last, which has a .