At a Forum in Web-X one morning,
Waiting for my page to load,
A wanker poster on a mission
Came to scape the latest goat;

I told them I was on my way
To old Moulton's space;
They all gathered about,
As the lurkers pulled out,
And said, with a smile:

Give my regrets to Bela,
Remember me to Halo too,
Tell all the gang at ATI/RI,
That I will soon be screwed;

Whisper of how I'm learning
To bicker with the cliquish throng,
Give my regrets to the Bela fella,
And say that I'll smack him with a song.

Say hello to dear old Recycla,
If her you chance to see,
When you're at the Opera have a lark,
And blame it all on me;

Mention my real name ev'ry place you go,
As 'round the klown you foam;
Wish you'd call on my slum,
Now remember, old chum,
When you get back-stabbed:

Give my regrets to Bela,
Remember me to Halo too,
Tell all the gang at ATI/RI,
That I will soon be screwed;

Snicker of how I'm yearning
To dicker with the old time throng,
Give my regrets to the Bela fella,
And say that I'll sneak back e'er long.

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