by Saint_Sin » Mon Aug 08, 2016 3:52 pm
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I Salem'd, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of posts on the forum—
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a posting,
As of some one gently typing, typing on my Salem forum.
“’Tis some noob,” I muttered, “posting on my Salem forum—
Only this and nothing more.”
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December;
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow;—vainly I had sought to borrow
From my forums filled with sorrow—sorrow for Heffernans law and lore—
For the rare and radiant idiot whom worked up his law and lore—
Useless here for evermore.
And the silken, sad, uncertain tears of heffernan
Thrilled me—filled me with fantastic lulz never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
“’Tis some idiot entreating entrance at my Salem forums—
Some late idiot entreating entrance at my Salem forums;—
This it is and nothing more.”
Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
“Sir,” said I, “or probably Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and your forum posts are so slowly crapping,
And so faintly you came crapping, crapping at my Salem forums,
That I scarce was sure I heard you”—here I opened wide the forum;—
Stupidity there and nothing more.
Deep into that forum peering, long I stood there reading, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, “law and lore?”
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, “law and lore!”—
Merely this and nothing more.