AN ODE TO GLENN REYNOLDS
(A FILTHY LIE)
A darkened cave, an icy throne
The Instapundit sits alone
Murdered hobos at his feet
Blender full of doggie meat
Penguin porn, assorted, sits
Within the reach of outstretched mitts
In passions throes, he writhes and twitches
“Love to make them birds my bitches!”
Sated now, his monkey spanked,
His demons quelled, and Satan thanked
Toward blogosphere he turns his eyes
Which open wide in shocked surprise
Bear has changed the blog food chain
And Glenn on top does NOT remain
No more multi-counted links
So Instapundit’s rating sinks
“Once more a microbe!” Glenn does cry,
“How could this happen? Why, oh why?”
“My Instalanches have no power”
“weaker I grow now by the hour”
“I can no longer blogs oppress”
“And I can’t LIVE with this distress”
So finding then a sharpened knife
Despondent Glenn does take his life
Many miles away from there
Happy laughter fills the air
Free blogs frolic in the sun
Alliance tasks, at last, are done
Money blogger smirks and sits
Vict’ry caused by his geeky wits
Since Glenn is gone, he’ll never guess
The final blow was my DDoS
INSTAPUNDO DELENDA EST!
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