Our beloved FR sometimes devolves
Into the antitheses of etiquette
The mere absence of a sarcasm tag
Can be a breach of netiquette.
And, (G-d Forbid!) a duplicate
Or excerpting your blog
Will bring the mod down from his post
And bare your back, to flog.
But by far a worse offense
For which you won’t be shriven
Is to misspell, or mix your tense
You will not be forgiven!
They lie in wait with baited breath
Lurking, dressed in a woolly fleece,
The Stalking, Sneaking, wolves of death,
The spelling and grammar police!
Racism, hatred, and offense
Will not be tolerated.
And if you continue to be dense,
You will be terminated!
We might even suspend your butt
And if you sneak back in
By trying a new user name...
We see right through your sin!
If you persist in acting out,
In posting, hitting, hiding,
Continuing your naughty posts
In spite of the Mod’s chiding,
It’s then that all the Kitties here
With mead and and meat besotted
Will show up with a Rousing Cheer...
And you Will
be
ZOTTED!
ROTFLMAO !!!
Great epic poem! I miss the old Zot posts. The OPUS posts, too.
A+++++