The Genuine Mighty Iano
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Once I posed myself a query, why is hydropro so dreary,
Such an arty-farty poser and an all-consuming bore?
As he plodded, nearly napping, laptop keys so gently tapping,
Writing, rhyming, even rapping, rapping there upon the floor.
As he sat there, gently tapping, I appeared at his front door -
Said Iano, "Write no more."
And Iano, never quitting, jawline gritting, still is sitting
On the squalid busted sofa just inside poor hydro's door;
And the eyes which are all-seeing, hold him captive, never freeing,
Not until he is agreeing not to be quite such a bore.
And Iano's fearful shadow that lies spread across the floor -
Shall be lifted - nevermore.
Keep up, Buk. You haven't being paying attention. And Ma, I remember all the lies about me, as well as all the hate directed at me - all in the name of...what? Hate for hate's sake? Know what? Actually, it WAS fun - but then, I ain't tender-hearted.
Whose words are they, Buk? Certainly not mine.
Shirleyf - then now we're even - 'cos I never had any for you.
Now go and do some housework.
Without wishing to dredge up past sins (pun intended), Ma often publicly accused me in her responses to Buk's postings that I was behind all the reporting and deleting that was going on. As this was not true and not based on fact, these assertions were attacks on my character. And you're only sore because when you try to mock or ridicule me, I trump you every time. You opened the door - I merely opened it slightly wider. (Not as wide as the Channel Tunnel 'though.)
hp, 'tis a mere ditty, but 10 times better and more accomplished than anything you've EVER written. And I'm really surprised at you being two-faced - I can only assume that your other one is even uglier than the one you normally wear. It gives me such satisfaction that you fear me so much that you block me - nice to see you know your place.
Such an arty-farty poser and an all-consuming bore?
As he plodded, nearly napping, laptop keys so gently tapping,
Writing, rhyming, even rapping, rapping there upon the floor.
As he sat there, gently tapping, I appeared at his front door -
Said Iano, "Write no more."
And Iano, never quitting, jawline gritting, still is sitting
On the squalid busted sofa just inside poor hydro's door;
And the eyes which are all-seeing, hold him captive, never freeing,
Not until he is agreeing not to be quite such a bore.
And Iano's fearful shadow that lies spread across the floor -
Shall be lifted - nevermore.
Keep up, Buk. You haven't being paying attention. And Ma, I remember all the lies about me, as well as all the hate directed at me - all in the name of...what? Hate for hate's sake? Know what? Actually, it WAS fun - but then, I ain't tender-hearted.
Whose words are they, Buk? Certainly not mine.
Shirleyf - then now we're even - 'cos I never had any for you.
Now go and do some housework.
Without wishing to dredge up past sins (pun intended), Ma often publicly accused me in her responses to Buk's postings that I was behind all the reporting and deleting that was going on. As this was not true and not based on fact, these assertions were attacks on my character. And you're only sore because when you try to mock or ridicule me, I trump you every time. You opened the door - I merely opened it slightly wider. (Not as wide as the Channel Tunnel 'though.)
hp, 'tis a mere ditty, but 10 times better and more accomplished than anything you've EVER written. And I'm really surprised at you being two-faced - I can only assume that your other one is even uglier than the one you normally wear. It gives me such satisfaction that you fear me so much that you block me - nice to see you know your place.