🚀 go-pugleaf

On Friday, June 3, 2022 at 11:31:12 AM UTC-4, HC wrote:
> On Friday, June 3, 2022 at 11:03:23 AM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote:
> > On Friday, June 3, 2022 at 9:18:35 AM UTC-4, HC wrote:
> > > On Friday, June 3, 2022 at 8:48:53 AM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote:
> > > > On Thursday, June 2, 2022 at 8:02:02 AM UTC-4, HC wrote:
> > > > > On Thursday, June 2, 2022 at 7:36:34 AM UTC-4, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
> > > > >
> > > > > > Guess Who?
> > > > > >
> > > > > > I'm usenet's greatest poet,
> > > > > > At least that's what they say.
> > > > > > The Village People love my work
> > > > > > And I'm not even gay.
> > > > > >
> > > > > > The most prolific poet
> > > > > > The internet has known,
> > > > > > I've written fifty thousand poems
> > > > > > In the past week alone.
> > > > > >
> > > > > > I sit at my computer
> > > > > > And dream of South and North,
> > > > > > And just like vomit from a drunk
> > > > > > The poems come gushing forth.
> > > > > >
> > > > > > It's sometimes hard to type them,
> > > > > > They all come out so fast,
> > > > > > And some of them are really long
> > > > > > While some are just half-vast.
> > > > > >
> > > > > > I've never learned poetics;
> > > > > > I know that I don't need 'em
> > > > > > Because I simply write the poems;
> > > > > > Let other people read 'em.
> > > > > >
> > > > > > Oh once Bob Dylan phoned me
> > > > > > But didn't praise my work
> > > > > > So I hung up on him. He's just
> > > > > > A pissbum and a jerk.
> > > > > >
> > > > > > I know he's simply jealous,
> > > > > > Like all those guys, of me.
> > > > > > That's why they bury all my stuff;
> > > > > > It's a conspiracy.
> > > > > >
> > > > > > I know I could be published
> > > > > > And everyone would buy,
> > > > > > But knowing the conspiracy
> > > > > > Why would I even try?
> > > > > >
> > > > > > So I just stay on usenet
> > > > > > Where true success depends,
> > > > > > Not on your money, or your fame,
> > > > > > But on your online friends.
> > > > > >
> > > > > > I'm friends with half a dozen
> > > > > > True poets just like me.
> > > > > > (Sometimes we write, sometimes we fight
> > > > > > With the conspiracy.)
> > > > > >
> > > > > > They say my poems are perfect,
> > > > > > And all I have to do
> > > > > > Is thank all six, and tell them all
> > > > > > Their poems are perfect, too.
> > > > > >
> > > > > > ~~
> > > > > > GJD
> > > > > That was fun, thanks.
> > > > For once we agree.
> > > >
> > >
> > > How many times have we agreed
> > Not many.
> >
> > None in recent years.
> >
> > HTH and HAND.
> For once?

Apparently so.