Posting from here in Japan
Where economic disasters happen
Enjoying sagas by Ymir
While US eyes get dimmer
Relax, Yanks, the idiots will still get a thumpin'
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Yeah, that was a pretty weak limerick...
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Patrol the nightly BBS
With trusty hound beside me
Let him rip their ...kneecaps...off
Should they get too rowdy

Night Patrol on Duty here
Tho not for too much longer
Have to catch my train, Ymir
And it doesn't pay to linger.

Hell, the more time that elapses,
The more my faith collapses,
In what we call humanity.

To where has our saftey gone?
The olden days for which we long,
When people could roam unhindered.

Life is meant for us to celebrate,
Not to merely sit and vegetate,
Afraid to leave our own homes.

Charlie, SEH and I have moved,
We have gone anti-metro grooved,
And moved to a smaller town.

One where people are so warm,
Safety to which they they all conform,
And humanity is not dead.

Our lives are so much freer now,
In the land of cane and cow,
But there's a McDonalds here too.

I say find somewhere back in time,
Where people smile & weather's fine,
For our lives are just to short.

Cheers from the Land of Oz

To be the first tech
is it a honor I want?
Questions must be answered
even if the callers are Unwashed.

But to be a bastard
and still answer the lines.
Some callers might live
but many would die.

I could do it
and keep my instincts in check.
I would have to stop telling users
to use forks for voltage tests.

Now all that must be done
is to learn how to ryme
maybe write a few poems
will people enjoy mine?

As for being a bastard
your right, I am a techy
Callers should still watch it
less they become people smeet.

Skeleton Jack, proud to call
himself a Tech Poetry Bastard of the Unwashed :)

A long while ago some verse was placed
Of Bastards in Hell drinking beer
Mention was made of a need for ice
I think my course is clear

You want ice? You got it!
Although it might be hard
There won't be any in The Glow
Maybe I'll try Boneyard

For we will certainly need it
Drinking beer in hell
But since I come from England
I'll drink it warm just as well

I'm glad to be a Bastard
The poetic trade to ply
Thinking back to Ymir's invite to join
I even rhymed in reply

But now I have to tell you
There's beer ad then there's BEER
I'm talking of the stuff I drink
Way, way over here

The name's of some of these beers
Will really make you titter
It seems to be a convention
When naming Stout, Mild, and Bitter:

Ruggie's Russet Nectar
Belly Rumbler, Belly Ringer
Andrew's Cobblestone Stout
Dog Bolter, Bishop's Finger

Deep Shaft Stout, Reekit Yill
Copperwinkle, Welder's Armpit
Old Cantankerous, Old Peculiar, Old Fart
(In "The Lost Boy's" it's Grandpa's favorite)

Blunderbus Old Porter
Pendle Witches Brew
Hundreds more are out there
These are just a few

So raise a glass, make a toast
Enjoy this infernal repose
We'll sing and sup a pint or three
Then tweak the Devil's nose

Cheers from the...

Cheers fr...

Cheers!
Jonesy

Alcohol, tobacco and firearms rule,
They are the one-stop shop,
They are the reason the site is good,
For their use shall not stop.
The tobacco is used to keep workers going,
To keep them on a high,
That nicotine serves to stretch their nerves,
And the hours simply fly.
The firearms are used to threaten,
Those who do not belong,
They are also used as a punishment,
For HTML programmers who get it wrong.
The alcohol is used as a carrot,
Like that in front of a horse,
For the workers are promised a p!ss-up,
If the site's good, of course.

Cheers from the Land of Oz

It's true about the couplet bit,
though about the rhyming i'm not sure
against the thought of Unwashing B....'s
I'm not really very sure!

However in the light of things,
all simple and yet to come
so far so good,no one's complained as yet for
i'm not here to take ymir's fun

(It's nice to finally get a change to say hi
to you all in UB land
Thanks Lerk and others for the welcome.

Chat soon

i had a little prob you see
it was all about ymir...
he liked to rhyme and chat and game
while drinking lots of cheer.

he'd tell me things about you guys
and rave about this board
he said to have a try myself
continually at me he nawed

" have a little go" he said
you'll love it once you try
so here i am , here at last
ignoring sophie's cry

'don't leave me mum you puter head'
her little eyes did plead,
now on this thing i'd rather be
than ironing instead !

so now you dirty villagers
have two for the price of one
a doting poetry addict called ymir
and his charlie girl for fun!