User:Student7/Policy

An un important policy statement

Writes the editor, everlasting Policy, he writes to fellows Must be simple, must be simple Must be common sense, he says

Writes he policy, everlasting Everlasting, to the ages To the ages, he doth write them That his name shall be preserved (Well, not his name, his alias But even that shall be preserved)

That the ranks of men shall wonder Wheneer his alias is mentioned Mentioned in the hallowed halls Mentioned in the virtual halls Of whitespace, called Wikipedia

Discussed in discussion pages In very lengthy, boring pages On and on, the talk doth flow Never stops, never stops Never, ever takes a break Always editing, always editing

Neer the sun doth ever set Yet some editor is talking Talking to his writer peers Yaking at his writer peers Screaming at his writer peers

Yet, they ignore him, keep on talking Like he never wrote at all "Can they read?" he doth wonder And he pens it once again (Not with a pen, but with a keyboard He doth write in virtual space "Into vapor," once they called it Might as well be, might as well be)

On and on the pages flow Talk of dashes, talk of hyphens Talk of dragons, talk of gryphons "Which to use?" a newbie askes. Doth no good, he gets two answers One is this way, one is that way He wished he'd never asked at all

Newbie goes away too soon Veterans are left to argue Citing God for all their quotes Citing God for all their points "God said this and God said that" The sacrilegious do demur "Ignore all rules," they do implore Shocked believers rush to argue Rush to argue with these poor benighted denizens of yore. Does no good though. Does no good.

- Only one is left to wonder If this poem will ever end Will it just go on and on?

Written by a deviant troll Bit by a mutant muse of yore

Admins standing by to see If he's wounded policy Can he be blocked? Let us see! But no, the words keep flowing forth Bubbling over, running over Content free, content free

Other writers, humorless Say "What a moron! What a moron"

"Takes up space. Takes up whitespace. To say nothing of import!"

"Vandalism! What it is! Talks our ears off. Goes on and on. When will he shut up?" they ask.

But the writers hands do falter Falter over QUERTY keys Runs out of thoughts (if they be thoughts)

Babbling into virtual space Blogging into virtual space Writing on in tom-tom fashion

Types one last line, just one last line "To be continued (be continued)

---with no thanks to Henry Wadsworth Longfellow!