For Nomad

[Chezzie]

There once was a fellow named Brian

Who rode to Saint Paul on a lion;

He then smoked a joint

And rode to West Point

As he and the lion were flyin'.

[along-for-the-ride]

There once was a fella called Nomad

(He tries to pretend that he's so bad)

But under that frown,

He's a sweet kind of clown.

When he posts in the forum we're so glad.



:D AFTR takes a bow.

[Chezzie]

Nomad its so true

When your not here

We are left feelin blue

and Jimbo and pam are in the kitchen havin a poo

This small piece of Internet heaven

Is here for you twenty-four seven

To talk with your friends

And argue on end

Making practice time even more well-spent.

What talents can we now uncover,

More poets out there to discover?,

For we can write lines,

Of beauty sublime,

Away from the sites' grumpy b*gg*rs **

Some like their lim'ricks with piety,

Formed with rev'rence and sobriety,

It's sinful to waste,

Those words of bad taste,

Best to use apt impropriety

[along-for-the-ride]

(That's great, Chezzie. )

A pictoral homage to el nomado.

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[Nomad]

heeeee...

[Clodhopper]

chuckle. Haven't been here long, but happy to join the applause for Nomad's delightfully whimsical humour.

'Specially if it makes him blush! :p:D