I've been at work since 8 a.m. today, and it's now much, much later than that. So my punchy little brain came up with the following, which arguably speak equally to my state of mind and my aspirations as a writer. For the record, I like Civ3, despite what these, er, verses might indicate.
Once there was a game we called Civ
It gave us a reason to live
We loved One and Two
But Three? It was poo.
And some Civers stuck Civ with a shiv.
A man known as Sid made a game.
His latest some thought was quite lame.
But I think it rocks.
It's better than socks
Or a wet sloppy kiss from Aunt Mame.
CFC is the name of this board
Where spammers come to get gored.
You write tripe like this
Your board mates will hiss
And set their bud lists to `ignored.'
.... your turn(s) ...
Once there was a game we called Civ
It gave us a reason to live
We loved One and Two
But Three? It was poo.
And some Civers stuck Civ with a shiv.
A man known as Sid made a game.
His latest some thought was quite lame.
But I think it rocks.
It's better than socks
Or a wet sloppy kiss from Aunt Mame.
CFC is the name of this board
Where spammers come to get gored.
You write tripe like this
Your board mates will hiss
And set their bud lists to `ignored.'
.... your turn(s) ...