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Well, Mercia's a temperate zone!

I am your king. Now, look here, my good man. Did you dress her up like this? Well, she turned me into a newt. You can't expect to wield supreme power just 'cause some watery tart threw a sword at you!

How do you know she is a witch? Oh, ow! The nose? Found them? In Mercia?! The coconut's tropical! Bloody Peasant!

The Knights Who Say Ni demand a sacrifice!

You don't frighten us, English pig-dogs! Go and boil your bottoms, sons of a silly person! I blow my nose at you, so-called Ah-thoor Keeng, you and all your silly English K-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-niggits! The nose?

  1. The nose?
  2. Who's that then?
  3. No, no, no! Yes, yes. A bit. But she's got a wart.
Where'd you get the coconuts?

Listen. Strange women lying in ponds distributing swords is no basis for a system of government. Supreme executive power derives from a mandate from the masses, not from some farcical aquatic ceremony. A newt?

  • Well, she turned me into a newt.
  • What a strange person.
  • It's only a model.

Be quiet! I dunno. Must be a king. It's only a model. Camelot!

You can't expect to wield supreme power just 'cause some watery tart threw a sword at you! And the hat. She's a witch! Well, what do you want? Well, how'd you become king, then? We found them.

Now, look here, my good man. You don't frighten us, English pig-dogs! Go and boil your bottoms, sons of a silly person! I blow my nose at you, so-called Ah-thoor Keeng, you and all your silly English K-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-niggits!

Ah, now we see the violence inherent in the system! Well, I didn't vote for you. We want a shrubbery!! And the hat. She's a witch! Where'd you get the coconuts? The swallow may fly south with the sun, and the house martin or the plover may seek warmer climes in winter, yet these are not strangers to our land.

We want a shrubbery!! Well, what do you want? But you are dressed as one… …Are you suggesting that coconuts migrate? A newt?

Did you dress her up like this? Well, I got better. Why? Shh! Knights, I bid you welcome to your new home. Let us ride to Camelot! I am your king.

And this isn't my nose. This is a false one. Well, how'd you become king, then? How do you know she is a witch? Knights of Ni, we are but simple travelers who seek the enchanter who lives beyond these woods.

Well, we did do the nose. Now, look here, my good man. I don't want to talk to you no more, you empty-headed animal food trough water! I fart in your general direction! Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries! Now leave before I am forced to taunt you a second time!

Burn her anyway! What do you mean? Well, how'd you become king, then? I am your king. Oh, ow!

Well, we did do the nose. The Lady of the Lake, her arm clad in the purest shimmering samite, held aloft Excalibur from the bosom of the water, signifying by divine providence that I, Arthur, was to carry Excalibur. That is why I am your king.

Ah, now we see the violence inherent in the system! And the hat. She's a witch! And the hat. She's a witch! Camelot! Shh! Knights, I bid you welcome to your new home. Let us ride to Camelot! You can't expect to wield supreme power just 'cause some watery tart threw a sword at you!

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