Bewilderment , USA
Some time ago in O.P. Four or maybe O.P. Three
There was one , that son of a gun , who was pretty close to me.
His name was A. Vertyser , he had a gift for words
Though most often what he was selling , was borderline absurd !
A few here might remember as far back as December
When E. Fudd's Cwistmas Cwassics was flying off the shelves
Then before the sale clearance there was a disapearance, A. Vertyser lost adherence ,
Abducted by Ron's elves !
No warning was forth-coming , no bells or whistles humming,
In the rush to keep things running , The server had it's way
And with startled look on his face , Ad was gone with no trace ,( you guessed it ) lost in C-space
I regret I'm here to say
Un-like cats who're given nine lives,now it's only in the archives
Where Ad can sell you steak knives , or the latest in bidets
What's his final destination ? Though it's only speculation ,With-out re-incarnation I suspect that's where he'll stay