Still a Chat Room Addict.

Two years later I’m still in chat
And I said I wasn’t addicted
Maybe if I stopped paying rent
I’d get myself evicted.
People have come and people have gone
without so much as a wave.
Some have moved to other rooms
And some into the grave
There's those who come and make no mark;
They leave without a trace
While some barge in, loud and brash
And take up all the space
Ollie’s here, the Norfolk broad
Though not two years ago.
She’s witty and fun; brings in the sun.
One girl who’s never slow.
And Gene is still here; still flirting like mad
And so is my lady too,
She went away then came back to stay
She so missed the ET zoo
The room has gone gay in so many ways.
Bisexuals and homo’s abound
And I can say that with no fear of a slap
Because I’m the homo they found.
There’s a lot of new people around these days
And a couple of groups to boot.
With Nakky’s Nogordians and BLC’s Mabus
The fireworks are often a hoot.
Theres a website of photo’s. All my own work
(well at least I uploaded them there)
A lasting record of ET regs
Though sadly none of them bare
I would rhyme every reg. if I had the time
And if my brain would get into motion.
But with names like Tez and Pagz and Pois
I simply haven’t a notion.

Dave G. Fawcett. February 2004