There once was a young man called BAD His life, on the whole, rather sad He found out the Wreck And he said, "What the heck!" "Here's a great place for me to be BAD!"
He had an unlimited budget He had almost limitless time He asked lots of frivolous questions He wasted some good people's time
If a troll is a duck Then he walked like a duck And he quacked like a duck But he's really a **** Something that rhymes
Oh, the Wreck this dude truly did haunt He would bray, he would cry, he would taunt He got folks in a lather With all of his blather This old rec-dot-norm dilettante
I for one have grown tired of BAD His presence here makes me feel sad And long for the old days And all of the "Just Say's" The witty repartees When even on bad days Reading the Wreck made me glad
Regards, Tom Thomas J. Watson-Cabinetmaker Gulph Mills, Pennsylvania