My Newsreader's Post

By: /\/\ike Jewell
Original: "My Grandfather's Clock"

My newsreader's post was too tall for the screen
So it scrolled from the roof to the floor.
It was taller by half than my desktop itself,
But it used not a kilobyte more.

It was wrote on the scrote of a goat in a boat
And was always his treasure and pride
But he stopped, short, never to post again
When the thread got fried.

Ninety years without slumbering
(Click clack click clack)
His life's seconds numbering
(Click clack click clack)
He stopped, short, never to post again
When the thread got fried.

In watching RHOD's subjects all swing to and fro
Many hours he had spent when a boy
And through childhood and manhood, the thread seemed to know
And to share both his grief and his joy

For it yelled "Hoobydoo!" when he entered AHBOU
With a stunning and witty aside,
But he stopped, short, never to post again
When the thread got fried.

CHORUS

My newsreader said that of those I could read
Not a poster so fruitful it'd found,
For he made perfect rhyme and was never misled
By the likes of Deja or News Hound.

As he kept to his pace, not a frown upon his face
As his hands never hung by his side
But he stopped, short, never to post again
When the thread got fried

Last update: 25 July 2003
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