Only indirectly ME related & not Mother Goose but here it goes:
‘Twas brilliant and the forum good,
Did agree not quibble on each page.
All matchless conversation stood,
And no Wight was outraged.
“Beware the Balrog threads, my son!
The shadow wings are a slippery path!
Beware the fangirl threads and shun,
The moderator’s wrath!”
He took his vorpal mouse in hand:
Longtime the legend’s foe he sought,
Through many a thread both wild and bland.
The computer locked up, distraught.
And slowly flickered on the screen,
The Balrog with his eyes of flame,
came scrolling down in black and green,
the tower grinding as it came!
Point one! Point two! And through and through!
His keyboard sang with click and clack!
The connection dead, and with it said,
He went galumphing back.
“And hast thou conquered the Balrog then?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!”
He chortled in his joy.
‘Twas brilliant and the forum good
with posts aplenty on the site.
All mimsy were the Barrowdowns
Wights typing through the night. [img]smilies/biggrin.gif[/img]
(Thank goodness for the preview option!)
[ February 20, 2003: Message edited by: Hilde Bracegirdle ]
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