I lol'ed when I read this poem someone put up in response to a thread in the EVE forums.
Twas the hour of meeting, and all through the thread,
not a creature was stirring, not even a dred.
The noobs were all hung, by their innards with care,
in hopes that GMs, would soon be there.
The pirates were nestled, all clustered by drones,
as they sat upon piles of dead foes' bones,
Some chick pod pilot flew by in her cap,
while I settled down for a no CQ nap.
When out of the station there rose such a clang,
I shouted out, "hey who's flyin this thang?"
Away to my ship, I lagged down the hall,
trying to get to my pod pilot ball.
I tried to undock, but my ship didn't work,
damn this siht is gonna drive me berserk!
so instead I jumped and got out of there,
fracking cq, it messed up my hair!
So we wait on the question, the yellow one there,
they can't answer, does it give them a scare?
We'll wait some more and give it a day,
and watch what they do and not what they say.
