Hey guys -
In the contemporary, contentious thread, 'Move Over
Rich...', ARBR's insidiously infamous, least favorite
poster took his tenth or twentieth blatantly belligerent
backhand swipe at me, repeatedly (though inconsistently,
of course) misspelling my name:
Quoted message said:Mr. Sherman has apparently been unduly influenced by
Wayne Leggitt, the ARBR poet of excrement.
I suppose such sloppily transparent efforts merit at least
one quick poetic reply as we approach the end of one of
what must rank as one of ARBR's worst years ever.
The winter nights are very long
In Minnesota; wine is cheap...
There - repetitious, ranting, wrong -
One writes when 'he' should simply sleep.
Is 'he' Ed Dullard, 'nget' or 'Mark'?
I don't much care, and doubt you do.
This shrill dyslexic dog-ape's bark
Is saying nothing good or true.
Quite unlike Matthew, Leuck or Jon,
Or herald angel singing "Hark",
His posts aren't gospel; they're a con
Conceived in Worthington by dark.
Folks, nothing Dullard's said of me,
No slurs he's coined to catch my eye,
Can change the archived history;
A lie repeated's still a lie.
My poetry is broad in scope;
I'm not hung up on sex or scat.
It's Eddie's mouth that's ripe for soap;
This forum's readers all know that!
At ARBR maybe God is dead;
Prolific putz Saint Senile rules -
A cardboard crown upon his head,
A poor pathetic Prince of Fools.
What would it take to get him hence?
Humiliation doesn't work;
He lacks perception, common sense
And empathy. The man's a jerk!
But still I hope there'll come a time
When Dullard tires of his foul game...
It's to that end I post this rhyme,
'Cuz I'd be proud to take the blame.
Regards,
Wayne