Oh “Captain Tor,” your words doth drip
With such a sneering pride,
Which robbed you of ability
To rejoice my voice had died.
A wiser man would rest content
And not go poke the bear,
But arrogance doth rule your soul
Which lacks all “savoir faire.”
Your jab to a choleric
Who would have left the field,
Has served to reawaken
His duty not to yield.
Your clerical allies
Will surely be dismayed,
“Have you no good sense, man?”
What a blunder made!
“You said that you would help us
But look what you have done:
He was gone, and you brought him back
With the battle nearly won!”
And so I owe you heartily
For your happy fault,
Since but for that, I would be gone
Something like John Galt.
Thus, this “ode” I dedicate
With happy gratitude,
To “Captain Tor” and company
Who restored my fighting mood.
Please know I mean sincerely
The next article on the blog,
Would surely never have seen the light
And lain behind the fog.
Yes, you may take the credit, sir
Since it is all the plain result,
Of your taunting arrogance
And your crude insult.
And so I must now end these lines
With some plain advice,
The next time you have victory
Don’t be a jerk, be nice.
Because of you, we will carry on
Even if no one wishes,
And like St. Anthony, so we too
Go on preaching to the fishes!
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