Poem: The Saga of the Six Woobies.

Pipboy made a mighty posting
He was on a hum'rous track
"Woobie woobie woobie woobie
(With lots more woobies out the back)"

But some of the other Unwashed
Thought that Pipboy's post was cack
"This is spam", they said, "or something"
"Like you get from tin or pack"

Doleful Pipboy did an edit
So his post was not intact
But many of the other Unwashed
Wanted their six Woobies back

Then said Unwashed said to Turjan
"We think Pip's on the right track"
"Turjan, Turjan, Admin Turjan,
Give our six Woobies back!"

"For we like his sense of humour
And it's loss would be a lack"
"Turjan, Turjan, Admin Turjan,
Give our six Woobies back!"

Then noble Turjan, feeling peaky
Drank a mighty pot of ink
"Was it Woob they said, or Woobie?
I could manage both, I think"

Turjan sat upon the table
Stirring porridge with his toe
"How shall I solve this mighty problem,
And why am I the last to know?"

Then came Xerxes up to Turjan
"Decent chap, take my advice"
"Why not just allow the Woobies?
Then the post will be all right"

"For these nonsense posts are hum'rous
All of them are just in fun.
Why censor that which enlivens
And never injured anyone?"

So here there is the pointed question
Let's hope it doesn't earn me a whack
Noble Unwashed all assembled,
Will we get our Woobies back?"