I've read the poetic efforts,
Of Night Owl and Lerk,
I love coming to this board,
You guys do great work.
The style, the grace, the staccato rhythm,
Really are top notch,
They are mellow and robustll aged,
Like a prenium scotch.                                                    

Night Owl, I like your style,
To the party you can come,
I;m sure that Doom will not mind,
You adding to the fun.
And yes, the beer Down Under,
Is a potent brew,
Though, I've sampled US varieties,
And I like them too.
The party shall be held at Buffy's house,
She's grounded for many a week,
But I'm sure her parents will object,
So inside we must sneak.
With faces blackened and weapons drawn,
We'll approach her humble house,
I won't mention the obvious rodent,
OK - for Night Owl - a mouse.                                                    

And, poor sensible Lerk, 
I see you're off the juice,
It's really a good idea,
Those brain cells are of use.
So, I look forward with great gusto,
Meeting with all of you,
The party should be a cracker,
Can I bring a pizza, too?                                                    

Cheers from the Land of Oz