There once was a lame talk-show host
Whose profile stated "one post!"
With post-count so flawed
He called up a Mod,
And then immediately forgot what he was doing and left to watch TV or something.
"Well look over here!" said the Fraboli Dag,
"A silly new thread to make our punching bag!"
Some guy with loose grasp on the English language
Had created a Communications thread to... crap, nothing rhymes with language. Nevermind.
A link was thrown up, so others could post,
But before they could reply, the thread was toast!
The cleverest talk-show host was able to deduce
How to alter the URL for the gang's use.
The topic was hidden, but was not locked!
So this poor poster of topics they proceeded to mock. Er... I mean mocked. I guess.
Han was first, responding "Posting in a locked thread",
Followed by the Trooper, who merely backed up what Han had said.
The oblong squash made a comment or two
Before scrolling down to see what was new.
Unbeknownst to him, that in his mirth,
The squash made a blunder, which shook the Earth!
The unfortunate squash had mixed up his browsers,
And once he noticed the error, he wet his trousers!
He was not masquerading as the squash, but as the talk-show host.
Whose profile once again shouted "One post!"
His head he did desk. His face he did palm.
Yet the squash soon viewed the mistake with understanding and aplomb.
"If the mask has one post, let it be so.
I'll keep a stiff upper lip and go with the flow."
Though he'd previously received relief for such issues from Admins and Mods,
He figured they'd be unwilling help again, since it had been so soon since his last mistake.
Oh wait. Something's missing... Rhyming! I forgot about that.
Crap! Um, well, sometimes when I write poems, I enjoy wearing a hat?
Anyway.
The talk-show host and vegetable hybrid
Spied an opportunity in a Skype... wait, why did I think "hybrid" would be a good word to rhyme?
To the Joe of Jihads, he did humbly ask:
"If write another poem, might you perform this task?"
The Joe did laugh, and replied simply "Sure."
For the host's post problems, he would provide the cure.
Relief in his heart, the squash left for his job.
This line is just filler, so I'll just rhyme it with "macabre".
Returning to his computer, he found that the deed had been done.
The host's post-count proclaimed "zero", not "one".
A message on Skype said "You owe me one poem."
So the squash quickly got to work on... Oh come on, seriously, what rhymes with "poem"?
The poem is here, the dept repaid.
Through this post, my gratitude for Joe is displayed.