‘The Rime of the Ancient Mariner’. The muse took me, here is: –
The Rime of the Nascent Maunderer
It is a nascent Maunderer
And he stoppeth on MyT
“My God you’re weird” they all did cry,
“Is this a ‘pop’ at me”?
“The blogrooms pores may open wide,
But we are of thick skin,
We”ll best you yet, you’ll soon regret,
Deciding to come in”.
He scolds them all this MyT band,
“You’re in for it”, quoth he.
“Sod off, you’re crazy you buffoon”.
“Poltroons”, came back from he.
He holds them, twittering forbye,
All MyT best do chill,
They listen to his ramblings wild,
Till Maunderer is still.
The MyT best with hearts of stone,
Let out a mighty cheer,
But on he spake this nascent man,
No tongue-tied maunder ‘ere.
(To be continued – well perhaps not!)