It was a cross-posting
From the seventh ring of hell,
And I am not boasting,
But at the ASML
There was no flame-throwing;
We all stayed quite calm and cool,
Our mail overflowing
Like some flooded septic pool.

You may not see just where the sense is
In the lyrics of A-ha,
But you do know the best defense is
Not to join the frooferah,
And 'mid the childish bruhaha
Hear what Kim says of Akaba.

It was a cross-posting
That nobody here desired.
Just smell those nuts roasting,
Damned to bitter cyberfire.
They've no diplomacy and seem to lack
The manners of a two-year-old,
And on and on and on they echo back
And never let the corpse grow cold.

Their posts replete with maledictions
Of these mass meanderings,
They do not see the contradictions
When responses run in rings,
A giddy song that Clotho sings
As she spins threads out into strings.

It was a cross-posting
To a dozen mailing lists,
I hope it's now going,
And I think it won't be missed.

Brian L Chaffin (chaff002@maroon.tc.umn.edu)