The following masterful bit of snark appeared over at the Eschaton CrackHouse just a little while ago.
Abu Gonzalez (may his tripe decrease!) /
Awoke one night from a deep dream of peeance,/
And saw, within the moonlight in his room,/
Making him bitchy, and like a coulter on a broom,/
A Leahy writing in a book of doom:-
Exceeding hubris had made Gonzalez bold,/
And to the Leahy in the room he said,/
'What writest thou?' The Leahy raised its head/
And with a look made of all sweet accord,/
Answered 'The names of those who love the Law.'
'And is mine one?' said Abu. 'Nay, not so,'/
Replied the Leahy. Abu spoke more low,/
But cheerly still; and said,'I pray thee, then,/
Write me as one that loves his Preznit instead.'
The Leahy wrote, and vanished. The next night/
It came again with a great wakening light,/
And showed the names whom love of Law had blest,/
And lo! Abu Gonzalez’s name was not on the list.
This small work of genius was the work of one who posts on Eschaton as (the brave and indomitable) "Shaw Kenawe," may her strength increase.