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Thread #59418 Message #2850186
Posted By: Amos
25-Feb-10 - 04:44 PM
Thread Name: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
Tawdry devices ne'er won clear mind, good fellows. And more than one rapscallion may a tinker of old pots be, or a lifter of old rhymes.
To The Memory Of Rapaire and Little Hawk
Farewell, too little and too lately known,
Whom Mom at one time thought her very own;
For sure our souls were near allied, and thine
Cast in the same poetic mould with mine.
One common note on either lyre did strike,
And knaves and fools you acted out alike.
To the same goal did all our postings drive;
The last set out the soonest did arrive.
Thus Khandu fell upon the slippery place,
While we young friends, performed and won the race.
O early tripe! to thy abundant store
What Mother e'er could have wished for more?
It might (what Nature never gives the young)
Have taught some sanity unto thy native tongue.
But BS needs not that, and wit will shine
Through the harsh cadence of a rugged line.
A noble error, and but seldom made,
When poets are by plagiarists betrayed.
Thy lifted fruits, though gathered ere their prime,
Showed simian quickness; and maturing time
But mellows what we write to the dull sweets of rhyme.
Once more, Rapaire and Little Hawk, farewell, thou young,
But ah too short, Marcellus of our tongue!
Thy brows with ivy and with laurels bound;
But fate and gloomy night encompass thee around.
Here do I leave thee fast, barred at bright honor's door--
And could not love thee well, loved I not honor more.