Two-twenty-nine posts, two-twenty-nine posts,
two-twenty-nine posts onward,
All in the valley of Fifty Kay
Rode the brave MOABites.
"Forward, the MOABites!
"Charge for the fifty kay!" he said:
Into the valley of BS
Rode the brave MOABites.

2.

"Forward, the MOABites!"
Was there anyone dismay'd?
Not tho' the MOABites knew
No one had blunder'd:
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to post and fly:
Into the valley of Fifty Kay
Rode the brave MOABites.

3.

Politics to right of them,
Flame wars to left of them,
Incivility in front of them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell
Rode the brave MOABites.

4.

Flash'd all their wit laid bare,
Flash'd as they turn'd to air,
All the predictions there,
Charging an army, while
All Mudcat wonder'd:
Plunged in the BS smoke
Right thro' the record they broke;
GUEST and other trolls
Reel'd from the witty strokes
Shatter'd and sunder'd.

5.

When can their glory fade?
O the wild record they made!
All Mudcat wondered.
Honor the record they made,
Honor the MOABites,
Noble two-twenty-nine!

    Pocatello Pete (pseud.), Ripping Off Fred Tennyson: Herkimer, NY: Plagiarized Publications, 1909.