As most of you will know, Andrew Coyne's blog is where the "smart" Conservatives go to swap opinion.
Well, one of Andrew's regulars, who goes by the name of "Plato's Stepchild", has taken to writing poetry, some of his poetry is about your own BigCityLib! I thought I might reproduce a few of his efforts here:
So this is the tale of the castaways,
They're here for a long, long time,
They'll have to make the best of things,
It's an uphill climb.
The first mate and the Skipper too,
Will do their very best,To make the others comfortable,
In the blog island nest. No phone, no lights, no motor cars,
Not a single registry,
Like Joe Volpe,
As primitive as can be.
So join us here each week my friends,
You're sure to get a lie,From seven stranded castaways,
Here on Big City Liberal's Isle.
Here's another attempt at versification:
Just sit right back and you'll hear a tale,
A tale of a fateful flog,
That started from this ip port
Aboard this tiny blog.
The editor was a mighty sailing man,
The webmaster brave and sure.
5 web browsers set sail that day
For a 3 hour tour, a 3 hour tour.
The comments started getting rough,
The tiny blog was tossed,
If not for the courage of the fearless few
Their Say would be lost, Their Say would be lost.
The blog set ground on the shore of this uncharted Liberal isle
With BigCityLib, The Fibber too,
The debonnaire and his fife,
The porno star
The professor and Hedy Fry,
Here on Liberal's Isle.
Okay, I'll tell you what, Righties. I know that I troll your blogs pretty hard; I know the harsh ring of Truth in my criticisms makes you cry. In fact, I was banned from Small Dead Animals for making Kate and some of her minions cry.
But this is my word to you: no matter what you say about me, no matter how bad Stephen Harper fucks up, I will promise you one thing.
I will never, ever...EVER...inflict poetry that I have written upon you.