I have been inspired by a couple of recent posts in which the authors have waxed lyrical in the fashion of the great bard. Me thinks there must be more among such a multitude of distinguished and eloquent membership here in (almost 2 mil!). And invite those inclined to contribute such upon this thread. I know some will have a light so brilliant that through yonder window it will dazzle, while others will only aspire to a warm glow that the heart may cherish. But fear not, I will commence proceedings with a penning of my own in consequence of the afore mentioned inspiration; a modest affair one may be inclined gauge their own against. Think on? Is this a quill I see before me; then let it be guided by the hand of your imagination.
It was a chill winter’s night that I happened on this board
the web name took my fancy, LPSG had struck a chord
To consort with long standing members was not my sole desire
but with also those not there long, as I huddled by the fire
To talk of many different matters, not just those about the phallus
From raging war in Afghanistan to the wonderland of Alice
Some patrons caused my blood to boil while others made me laugh
But then I suddenly had to shift my feet as hot embers rolled onto the hearth
I had to quickly readjust amidst a contributor’s erotic story
I grabbed my poker, thrusting back and forth
oh how that log spat back in fury
It then occurred I felt fatigued the tufted quilt did so invite
Though thinking as I climbed the stairs, I'll warm again tomorow night!
An ode to LPSG
It was a chill winter’s night that I happened on this board
the web name took my fancy, LPSG had struck a chord
To consort with long standing members was not my sole desire
but with also those not there long, as I huddled by the fire
To talk of many different matters, not just those about the phallus
From raging war in Afghanistan to the wonderland of Alice
Some patrons caused my blood to boil while others made me laugh
But then I suddenly had to shift my feet as hot embers rolled onto the hearth
I had to quickly readjust amidst a contributor’s erotic story
I grabbed my poker, thrusting back and forth
oh how that log spat back in fury
It then occurred I felt fatigued the tufted quilt did so invite
Though thinking as I climbed the stairs, I'll warm again tomorow night!