There once was a family of brothers,
aunts, uncles and various others;
They wrote some fun stuff,
(although some had enough),
they would write despite all others druthers.
See, none of these guys were related,
though they claimed their relation predated
by same names and the like, though
the fact that they're psycho,
kept them in the 'stute, some sedated.
Justin Kace was the brother of Thyme
and they thought they were first borns to rhyme!
They wrote and they posted
on a board that was hosted
by Ron, the webmaster, sublime.
And then other Justins, they followed
and in silly rhyming they wallowed.
They told tales much in sync
but they never did think
that the truth of their stories was swallowed.
The clan of the Justins grew quicker
with each one that was added, much sicker!
Thyme, Kace, they did reign,
and then Ebriated came with his liquor.
Most all of these Justins resided
in a 'stute with straight jackets provided.
Nurse Cratchet was there
Doctor Moose and Bugs Hare
and additional Loonies (lopsided).
This 'stute thing got quite outa hand--
more than the first Justins had planned.
Cartoons came in nuts
and were thrown on their butts
until most animations were canned!
The webmaster, Ron, was confused!
Had his board membership been abused?
All e-mails submitted,
verified and transmitted,
were valid which left him bemused.
Who WERE all these nut Justin rhymers?
Were they poets or sick social climbers?
Were these poetic 'stuters
on Nurse Cratchet's 'puters?
Or were they just Passion old-timers?
In conclusion, I truly implore
are the Justins for real? Are there more?
Are we finished with 'stuters
who play on computers
like kids in a big candy store?
I ask you how this family
can include someone sane such as me?
Writing's S'POSED to be serious,
not an imperious
flamboyant display of whoopee!
I'll tell you a secret, dear friend....
One day all of this nonsense will end!
These Justins tell lies
(are these Justins all *guys*?)
One day you will soon comprehend!
One day they'll be Justin Vestigated...
and identities soon annotated.
Until then, I guess,
we'll read rhymes that attest
that these 'stute poems are much overrated!
aka Leonardo DaVinci
(I'm writing this limerick, see,
for Nan's class on this color TV
I didn't know what
I should write about, but,
the first topic I thought of was ME!)
I tried to post this at the forum...
(this poet did not want to bore 'em)
but there was no publication,
despite early registration....
Did this Justin lack forum decorum???