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I seem to be barbequoting all the original songs. These things make me laugh.
Xoc, over in the Conversation thread on St. Crispin's Day Speech.
I only wish people would include me in their songs.
"This day is called the feast of Barbelith:
Ze that outlives this thread, and posts good stuff,
Will stand a tip-toe when the day is named,
And rouse hir at the name of Barbelith.
Ze that shall post this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast hir fellow Barbeloids,
And say 'Is Barbelith Dying, Yet Again?:'
Then will ze strip hir sleeve and show hir scars.
And say 'These wounds I had from barbetrolls.'
Old mods forget: yet all shall be forgot,
But ze'll remember with mod requests
What flaming ze doused that day: then shall our 'suits.
Familiar in hir brane as household words
Haus and King Jack, Ex and Mistoffelees,
Lurid and Mordant, Miss Wonderstarr and sleaze,
Be in their misplaced apostrophes freshly remember'd.
This story shall the Lither teach hir young;
And Barbelithmas shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the failure of the server,
But we in it shall be remember'd;
We few, me Feverfew, we band of Smiths fans;
For ze to-day that shares hir grog with me
Shall be a pirate; be ze ne'er a ninja,
This day shall require much lime shower gel:
And insomniacs in England not a-bed
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here,
And hold their fennecs tight whiles any speaks
That posted with us upon Barbelicious Day!" |
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