User:Sonia/thoughts/poetry

What I like about Simple
I once lived in a city large, where grey skyscrapers touch the sky, Around the streets the people barge, each day the same as those gone by. The city is complete- What can I do? I, nameless, faceless, used to live by picking up litter on the street Another man with little to give but to keep the city neat. I met a different man one day Who smiled at me and asked my name; He offered me no better pay But a new life outside that game. In this village I then stood With open arms was welcomed in; Amongst the others I chopped wood And helped to put the barnstar in. More barns need to be built- That's what I do!

With apologies to Tennyson
Block, block, block, O defenders of the wiki! I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. All's o'er for the young vandal boy, Tho he thinks Miley Cyrus is gay! All's o'er for the nation'list lad, For he pushes his point ev'ry day! And the Hugglers, they go on reverting pages still; But O for the thoughts of the silenced mind, And the freedom to edit at will! Block, block, block, All the vandals that you see! But the fresh ideas of a noob who is blocked Will never come back to me.