Ode To a BBS
I posted on the BBS
about some thing or another
100 posts now, some legit,
and some about my mother.
Nasty names, creative verbs
some smilies and some frowns
big floppy feet, a tiny car
would complete the cast of clowns.
Some of us here really glow
and some of us are hidden
some are like a little lamb,
or a horse that can't be ridden.
But sometimes in the midst of all
the clanging and the clutter,
a little spark ignites and starts,
"Salute! and how's your mother?"
I think I like those posts the best
though they're short and very rare
you see, they keep me fairly calm,
and my head stays full of hair!
cheers
RTR
