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I took notice,
and got off my ass,
when I saw a recent visitor
named Leap Year Lass!

Where this thread will go is a mystery,
where its been is a glance throughout Legion World's history

20,000 times I looked forward to posting,
20,000 times I looked forward to friends,
I hope no one minds if I get nostalgic,
I also hope all the fun never ever ends

Upon seeing You Don't Mess With the Zohan, I had only one thought:
When did Adam Sandler become so freakin' hawt???

So many posters
came and went,
but right now,
LW needs more Kent!

I'm listening to David Bowie
the album with 'Fascination'
And doing a li'l message board posting.
What I'm really up to: procrastination.

Legion World, how do I love thee?
Let me count the ways:
I love thy black and thy blue and thy starry skies
My soul doth rejoice and reach new highs
From Spaceopoly and the MMB
There is no other like thee
I love thee for thy Clubhouse,
and the Legion of Super Heroes boards
I love thee for thy posters,
which arrive in hoards.
I love thee day and night, night and day
You are always there,
My heart is glad to say.
Thy Lard Lad's prose, thy Kent's cutting barbs
Cobie's naughtiness, thy Fat Cramer's charms
I love our little Legion, though it ends at fifty
If it returns anon, well, that'll be just nifty.

Walking through a magical world,

I suddenly lost my footing.

To my astonishment and relief,

the ground was soft as pudding.

A fine dessert has come at last
So soft as if a dream
Pudding, pudding, my repast
topped with fresh whipped cream

Kent, I make no haste
To say that among your many fine qualities
Are your good taste
And your high standards for edible amenities

Over the weekend, I went through old CD collections,
And found with great delight, my favorite 8th Grade selections,
When Thrash Metal was the focus of my being with every last breath,
And so now I'm re-listening to Metallica, Anthrax, Iron Maiden and Megadeth

Roses are red, some have a curse.
Removing it can cost big bucks.
This poem is shiny, I waxed the verse.
That didn't help, it still sucks.

Only in a cold, dead world

do men speak in words of concrete.

A world so old that Death is dead,

and feeling proscribed.

This world is the perfect Utopia some seek,

with no crime or vice, no sorrow or villiany

no freedom or virtue, no joy or heroes.

God and Satan sleep together,

in matching boxes.

Here poetry is another word for nothing.

This world is coming too swiftly for me,

who do they think they are?

They've mechanized the magic out of my dreams,

and all my dragons are slain.

What are you all doing?

What have you got to say?

I've been on my ass for hours now

How did you fill YOUR day?

Several things come to mind...
Glee returned... the fates are kind...

Just when I thought it couldn't get better
Sue Sylvester rocks out Vogue... have you ever met her?

I find this reinvigorated MMB
To be rather delectable
Now get those posts out there lurkers,
Your reasons for not are UNACCEPTABLE

If I should recall, in some quite casual way
a sonnet by Edna St. Vincent Millay....

With poetry, why does one wax?
Could we not alternatively fax?
Especially for us hacks.

A conspiracy's a foot!

It's not a leg
nor an arm
It's not a pretty face
(with all it's charm)

It's a foot, I tell'ya!

Alas I didn't win; Powerball I played
How many more times before I finally get paid?

Whiners, screamers
Bleating goats
Nightmare dreamers
With tin throats
Grunters, growlers
Posers, too
Noise enfoulers
Make me blue

And nosferatu too

Lash's comment makes me think
Of a vampire, dressed all in pink
On tiptoes may he dance ballet:
"Nutcracker II - Santa's Slay!"

I must admit
It makes me feel less a brute
That my nosferatu mention
has borne unexpected fruit!