The Unknown Poet
Somewhere West of No-Where
Whatever happened to Andrew Scott
Writing poetry all day long?
Has it been so long we've all forgot
How well that man sings a song?
Are you there, Andrew, you know without you,
The ‘stute seems kind of bland.
Anarchy is threatening the forums, too,
And ol' Toerag is gettin' out of hand!
With Cwackers and Bugs and Elmer Fudd,
Your presence is nearing essential.
Don't worry ‘bout Cratchet - she'll never catch it,
If you give her those bogus credentials.
It's Justin Conceivable how unbelievable
This place has become.
I saw a witch melt but watching only felt
Justin Credibly numb.
Bugs is on the run, the Martian has a ray gun,
Hey, what's that all about?
Justin Thyme lost his rhyme, Justin Kase can't save face,
Come back Doc and straighten this out.
Whatever happened to Andrew Scott,
Don't tell me he ended up like Any Rooney.
There's tunes everywhere, Andrew, don't you care
That the ‘stute has just gone looney?