The moon swept o'er night time ocean,
The breeze it kissed the sandy shore,
As I strolled along the promenade,
In the bye gone days of yore,
All my troubles seemed so few,
But when i got back home,
I saw through yonder office door,
The PC was still on.
I perused the net for a little while,
Before I went to bed,
Then logged onto the Mudcat site,
And posted yet another thread!

Oh when Oh when will it all end....(Beardedbruce, i Don't expect you to even regard this with so much as a raised eyebrow, it's just an attempt to prove how good you are!)(and not even a sonnet at that)