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Ode to the New Forum
The Forum is back up and running, poor Simon had worked through the night,
Everyone came out of hiding, and gave him 3 cheers of delight,
He’d installed some security and updates, plus his own secret video tools,
Watching Catmint adjusting her bra straps, and E-Dog sat scratching his balls.
GB was unlocked from his cellar, his beard had grown down to his knees,
He sat at his desk typing lots of mistakes, ‘cos his whiskers got caught in the keys.
Jenny was feeling so happy, she sent all her kids home from school,
Then typed lots of posts to a Welshman she liked, who lived just outside Pontypool.
Clara immerged from her duvet, where she’d slept for 2 nights and a day,
The Incredibly Boring Thread was soon filled, with her posts that were often risqué,
Poor Jerry and Bouncer were lonely; they consulted a Shrink named Ahab,
Who told them they’d both got addicted, so sent them for 3 days Rehab.
A certain young Florida lady, jut relaxed in her beautiful pool,
Taking sips of her favourite cocktail, which had ice in to keep herself cool,
But Scrib’s hadn’t notice the Forum was back, as out in his garden he sits,
While his stunning PA sunbathed topless, calling, “Mike!” “Rub more oil on my
.”Simon. The New Forum looks great, thanks for getting it back on so fast.
Mike
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