You know, I’d forgotten all about hvb until jras posted a reminder.
But now... Ah, distinctly I remember, it was in the bleak December...
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I web surfed, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious PMB of forgotten lore—
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a yapping,
As of someone loudly crapping, crapping on the PMB floor
“Tis some soccer mom”, I muttered, “yapping, crapping on the floor-
Only this and nothing more.”
At once I thought to give her battle, but couldn’t understand her prattle
I thought that I could read her posts and somehow learn some more
But quickly the entire board was then polluted with her logic so convoluted
Yet her constant flaming was not the least entertaining, and therefore -
hvb – these three poor letters became a dreaded eyesore
Nameless here for evermore.
Virtual pages I was turning, all my sour within me burning
Though her posts had little meaning – little relevancy bore
It was mostly babble, for which to rouse the rabble
Ever yet she posted on, shrill and strident, like the evil harpies of yore
I’d pray she’d finished, but no, there was always more and more and more
Soon the entire board I did deplore.
Who was this fiend, so vile, so full of hate and full of bile
With constant posting her fingers must be raw and sore
She claimed to be lawyer, but what fool would dare employ her?
She was instead but some desperate, bitter wannabee whore
It really didn’t matter, I merely wanted the bless-ed board back the way it was before
Only this and nothing more
Then the overwhelming urge to do a Von Bingen purge
I thought I might leave the board and depart for some distant shore
But then I blocked her prose, ever hateful, with Ignore, for which I’m grateful
Blocked her then, and blocked her now for evermore
One command with such vast power, the single word Ignore
My sweet, sweet, sweet Ignore
But now... Ah, distinctly I remember, it was in the bleak December...
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I web surfed, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious PMB of forgotten lore—
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a yapping,
As of someone loudly crapping, crapping on the PMB floor
“Tis some soccer mom”, I muttered, “yapping, crapping on the floor-
Only this and nothing more.”
At once I thought to give her battle, but couldn’t understand her prattle
I thought that I could read her posts and somehow learn some more
But quickly the entire board was then polluted with her logic so convoluted
Yet her constant flaming was not the least entertaining, and therefore -
hvb – these three poor letters became a dreaded eyesore
Nameless here for evermore.
Virtual pages I was turning, all my sour within me burning
Though her posts had little meaning – little relevancy bore
It was mostly babble, for which to rouse the rabble
Ever yet she posted on, shrill and strident, like the evil harpies of yore
I’d pray she’d finished, but no, there was always more and more and more
Soon the entire board I did deplore.
Who was this fiend, so vile, so full of hate and full of bile
With constant posting her fingers must be raw and sore
She claimed to be lawyer, but what fool would dare employ her?
She was instead but some desperate, bitter wannabee whore
It really didn’t matter, I merely wanted the bless-ed board back the way it was before
Only this and nothing more
Then the overwhelming urge to do a Von Bingen purge
I thought I might leave the board and depart for some distant shore
But then I blocked her prose, ever hateful, with Ignore, for which I’m grateful
Blocked her then, and blocked her now for evermore
One command with such vast power, the single word Ignore
My sweet, sweet, sweet Ignore