Oh that feeling, the one of dread
logging in while feeling round your head
and as you gasp with delight to find it's still on your neck
Now no longer you must pace, wring your hands and frett
Captain, I wonder who you were before
in that time of yuletide, those days of yore
perhaps you could share a clue of your name
while we think back and ponder the same
(I feel my prose is not in the same class
when i haven't got Gordons in my glass)
I remember the night
So still and so festive
Minding my own business
With a sherry and a digestive
The mods were all busy
Singing carols round the tree
Our posts started rhyming
We were suddenly free
We weren't being naughty
Or deliberately bad
But when we got axed
We were unbelievably sad
Emails were written
Begging for a reprieve
The mods were feeling charitable
They chose to believe.
i don't think it's a reprieve, I think the Mods are at Brunch
they like their Friday tipple (that's just my hunch)
Once back, they'll be merry - so maybe tomorrow?
is when we'll look back on this day with sorrow
the day we threw caution to the wind I suppose
and wrote each line with well thought out prose
do they not know the time taken to think up each line?
how hard it is for us to write normal posts in rhyme?
can't they consider how it makes our brains sore
before they chop and change threads galore
that dreaded screen "posting is only for authenticated users"
really makes us feel like losers
must get on now with some Friday chores
if it's my last post, dear EW, signing off, truly yours
xx
Brilliant CP! :win:
and very well said
I feel though tomorrow
we may all be dead
I woke up this morning in much trepidation
fearing perhaps I had gone to damnation
but logging in now with comparative ease
I wondered if maybe we've been given reprieve
and would now be allowed the odd bit of rhyme
but truth will be told in a matter of time
Dear OP, you are correct in your thought
that to write in rhyme you really must not
the reasons why are very unclear
though it began one night when christmas was near
it was 2009, when on the Eve of Yuletide
on EW there was merriness, mulled wine on the side
when suddenly with no warning (well only a few)
the dreaded axe fell and slayed EW
with posters disappearing like thieves in the night
Before Santa had even seen the tree lights
Many, many lost their heads
about 20 of them, no more alive, but dead!
Locked out of EW on Christmas Morn
it was a travesty of legend, this EW thorn
We know not why the Mods hate threads in rhyme
but this thing has been going on a long time
As soon as a thread has two words that match
the poster gets chopped, and that is that
Then a new name must be conjoured up from high
and the EWer slinks back in on the sly
it's an EW legend, this tale of yore
but lose your head, yes, you will, I implore
you to remember this rule, so odd
NEVER, EVER, ODE TO A MOD!
Its a bit of a mystery and not very clear
But nowadays threads that ode disappear
Your mention of History is correct
Lets hope your ditty has no ill effect
There once was time we needed not dread
But I better stop now while I still have my head
Are you really not allowed to write in rhyme?
I think something went on before my time....
I realise now that no food should be mentioned
As I have seen some resulting tension
But can anyone tell me if there's really a rule
That means that I am not supposed to end this verse with anything that might possibly make a poem!
X:sun: