Forum Future

There once was a silly old poet, he did write but he always would blow it. So he pointed his thumb said that others are dumb they believed it but didn't quite show it. Soon they joined him in droves under cover, they would pounce but preferred just to hover. Then a miracle came and the deaf took the lame, and each enemy changed to a lover. And the forum rejoiced, well at first. There were many who'd grown a huge thirst. But with all the bad lingo Mr. T. hollered BINGO, and the aneurism suddenly burst. It was actually an AV formation, it's an artery leaving its station. And becoming a vein which makes everything plain it's prevented by oral chelation. Some suggested we all pay a nickle, to keep this from becoming a pickle. But a measure of pride takes us all for a ride and the world's little people are fickle. Came the clue from the poet in Tweed, let the nerds and the ballet boys read, let us open a harem that's where we all share 'em it is Nature's own way to sow seed. In a year there was so much congestion, they were happy for AJ's suggestion. But their love quickly cooled only little ones drooled and the poets stopped asking new questions. Said the teacher, you must resume writing, as no life can be truly exciting with just love-ins and pot so I urge you, do not shy away from some old-fashioned fighting.