Hey guys -

More TROLL-related errata, wrongheaded rationalizations
and rabid rambling:

Just post your message on a subject without any name...

I rarely call the TROLL by name.
Ironic'ly my stated aim
Was to extinguish that strange thrill
He seems to get when someone will.
The TROLL, who thinks he's pretty slick,
Has stooped to old Brer Rabbit's trick.
But I suspect that there's a catch;
Did he say, "Not the briar patch!"?

I do not like words run together... Using separate
words is always a superior way of writing whether
technically correct or not.

Car rot is rust and crumbling plastic,
And though the TROLL may wax bombastic
With weasel words more trite than cute,
It's not a crunchy orange root.

If we wanted to, Tom Sherman and I could completely
dominate this newsgroup and in effect destroy it.

The TROLL (who never will retire)
Now threatens he could set a fire,
While stomping through this blackened site
That he burned down with smug delight.

At least old Nero played a tune,
But all we got from this buffoon
Was repetitious, raunchy rants
On women, New York Jews and France.

If this TROLL wants his threat to scare,
He really ought to be awa
It's hard to frighten anyone
About what you've already done.

Women have very many virtues, but... I like purple...
Look for hidden meanings and mysterious allusions.

That meaning isn't hidden well;
I think it's clear as any bell.
Old TROLLs that don't like girls, but do
Feel drawn to mingled red and blue,
Roll out their bikes for big parades,
Collecting funds to combat AIDS[1].

[1] Please note: AIDS is an acronym,
But 'PC' isn't. On a whim,
Another prim pedantic putz
Mislabeled that term (Such a klutz!)

... we do not allow our egos to run amuck...

By that last word the TROLL might mean
'Amok' (a variant I've seen),
Or maybe meaning 'through the muck',
A quite specific kind of yuck,
"Soft moist farmyard manure" in fact
Says one website, to be exact.
"Mysterious allusions" seem
To echo his primary theme...

I spent 4 years in the US Navy... I think it is almost
impossible for the highly educated like myself to ever
communicate with the high school crowd who thought that
college was only for snobs.

That high school crowd and college snobs,
And those of us who've worked at jobs
Are very different, it's true,
From learned TROLLS, who learned to do
Without the joys and thrills of sex
At sea, except on lower decks
With coxswains, seamen and the like.
I think I'd rather ride my trike.

My post was all about Tom Sherman and is
directed to him, not to you. [Who? Us?]

If some TROLL wants to talk to Tom,
His Bosun's Mate or either's mom,
Why not use email, sparing us
The rantings of a grizzled cuss
Who can't remember what he typed
Last Tuesday, or if he has wiped
Upon completion of a post
Which leaves us ARBR readers grossed?

Think of me as you would think of Shakespeare
and you will began [sic] to glean my profundity.

Was that a mistype of "be Gin"?
"Mysterious allusion"? [GRIN]
This TROLL's pro-fun-dity's been gleaned;
No fun was found as it was screened,
But this conclusion has been drawn:
Begin, began, begun - begone!

Regards,
Wayne