A plea to I:SBers
Mourning I:SB
I've started posting less and less, in ZU's I:SB,
And all the while I'm wondering, why on Earth could this be?
'Tis such a shame methinks that I have ceased my posting there,
But I:SB, it is, to me, becoming a nightmare!
I'd got used to the flaming when I used my common sense,
I'd got used to the foolish folks; incredibly dense!
I'd got used to the blatant English language disrespect,
I'd got used to the forum and knew just what to expect.
And still the forum was for me the greatest on the net,
And posting there I so adored; I had but one regret,
Many a night I waited up til stupid o'clock am,
Arguing ad nauseam, with folks; each one of them,
Had differing opinions in some way to those of mine,
Ne'er conceding a point; scientific or divine,
This was just how I liked it, but sadly it left me weary,
College in the morning was an experience quite dreary!
But that was fine, I knew it and I did it anyway,
I:SB provided merit to a would-be wasted day!
So why now has my posting therein suddenly diminished?
Why now does almost every day end feeling quite unfinished?
The answer, I think, lies with the topics for debate,
Hundreds of them all the same, it seems, so I await,
A topic fresh, a topic new, one unseen for a while,
And so I pen this poem, hoping I:SBers to beguile,
To start just such a thing, an intellectual paradise,
Please, oh please, I beg of you, come up with something nice!
Just one small favour, I, Guy Westcott, ask of thee;
Resuscitate our dying forum, ZU's I:SB!
Constructive criticism would be greatly appreciated...
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I'm back from France but busy with college and may not be around as much as I once was.
ZU Awards, Summer '08
Winner
Best Dressed/Best Style, Best Writer, Best Poet
Runner Up
Most Intelligent/Mature, Master of the English Language, Most Likely to Become a Mod