Spewigan's Isle

By: Larry
Original: "Gilligan's Isle"

Just sit right back and you'll hear a tale,
A tale of a fateful spew,
That started from one dial-in port,
Somewhere in UU's net.

The mate was a well known network kook,
The Spamford bold and sure.
Five customers paid that day,
For a three hour spew, a three hour spew.

The netizens started getting rough,
The slimy spammers tossed,
If not for the words of an RFC,
The spew it would be lost, the spew would be lost.

The creeps were tossed aground on the shore of this uncharted desert isle,
With Spewigan,
The Spamford too,
The MLM'er and his wife,
The Porn Star,
The Promoter and Tickle-Bitch,
Here on Spewigan's Isle.

So this is the tale of the tossed a ways,
Locked up for a long, long time,
They'll have to make the best of things,
It's an uphill climb.

The first mate and Spamford too,
Will do their very best,
To make the others miserable,
In the lonely island nest.

No phone, no net, no fax machine,
not a single luxury,
Like Robinson Crusoe,
They're netless as can be.

So join us here each week my friends,
You're sure to get a smile,
From seven netless spewers
Here on "Spewigan's Isle."

Last update: 15 March 2007
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