I sit at my screen day and night
wondering who’s on-line.
Waiting for someone, I know not who,
to give me a little time.
Just once in a while I’ll leave the room
to surf the internet
Just hopping round from site to site
and wondering what I’ll get.
Then up pops the name of a friend on my screen
and back to the room I’ll go.
Cursing each moment of time that it takes
(this computer is so bloody slow)!
Back in the room a debate’s going on;
the subject is somewhat obtuse.
‘Do abductee’s really believe what they say,
when the tell us of sexual abuse?’
Aside from the major debate going on;
Worble is flirting with Gene
and the messages flying between the two
are lighting up the screen.
Kiwi’s ‘in conference’ with Audrey somewhere;
they’re having a whale of a time
And Digeridude’s in a bit of a mood;
he’s got to be in bed for nine!
Gandy’s on line but he’s biding his time.
He’s in one of his numerous guises
While AlienGirl is in a whirl;
she’s had far too many surprises.
One girl found God; that was a sod!
She never comes in any more.
While another lassie, bold and brassy
gives the guys a hard time that’s for sure
Whirly the ‘strange’ one, although a great guy,
seems to have nuts on the brain.
and Tara; or my Sweet princess as she’s known;
is still going strong under the strain.
Just once in a while Worble chats in voice
but not often because of his stutter,
And when Greebo comes in we start talking of sin
and the chat descends into the gutter.
Though there’s more than one person who’ll drag the chat down
With a series of smutty comments
It’s usually Worble or Greebo or Gene
Who give us the dirtiest moments
Its 5 am and getting light
At least in this part of the atlas.
It’s time for bed; I’m almost dead.
I’m going to collapse on my mattress!

David G Fawcett (aka dr_h_worblehat)
1st November 2001