It's near midnight on a Monday
The regular crowd /joins in
The refresh monkeys start loading,
Waits for discussion to begin.

La la la, de de da
La la, de de da da da

WyKnight still writes his fanfic,
Soon I hope it'll be done
And praying we have an ending
That ain't get no smoking gun

We have Amp as he cheers over Quake3
Roxy, with all of her spunk.
There is Matt, and there's Rob, and sometimes even Saab
The rest of the channels just suck*

La la la, de de da
La la, de de da da da

Now I've never posted a Haiku thread,
Nekkers and Shoka seem fine
I've seen filks from a cat; that thunder is phat
And whines that the comic's not on time.

I mean, Jeeze! SD is a wonderland!
And all the forumites are great~
We got Binary-no Shannon to CG
And no one we really could hate.

Now Spyder's not known for his kindness
And quite a centralite,
But his Stick Art rivals the Vagrant
(Who iggs me, I know its spite.)

Refugee is my new hero
Broken-kun will just have to wait
Till he draws me some pixs, to placate my fix,
Of Ping and my beautiful saint.

And the MMVs are gorram awesome!
The FDTs get love from Dom
[Disc] and [Focus] are spreading like locust
More like a sea before the calm.

Our channel's quite packed for a Monday,
And the forums are lagging a bit.
But who cares? As it is, the new comic's the shiz!~
Just don't poke #moomoo with the stick.
And SD, loads in Technicolor,
And dazzles all the newbies out here,
As they post and in turn, from all of us, learn:
That Story is nuthin' to ph34r.

La la la, de de da
La la, de de da da da

(Now) the owner of the forum is Fred-san
but let me give you a tip:
Some peeps are here for the community,
And actually hate on the strip.
[[Though truly those peeps make me sick]]

*well… #mtcgac and #mt-roleplay are cool too, I guess :P


Billy Joel
The Piano Man

Its nine oclock on a saturday
The regular crowd shuffles in
Theres an old man sitting next to me
Makin love to his tonic and gin

He says, son, can you play me a memory?
Im not really sure how it goes
But its sad and its sweet and I knew it complete
When I wore a younger mans clothes

La la la, de de da
La la, de de da da da

Sing us a song, youre the piano man
Sing us a song tonight
Well, were all in the mood for a melody
And youve got us feelin alright

Now john at the bar is a friend of mine
He gets me my drinks for free
And hes quick with a joke or to light up your smoke
But theres someplace that hed rather be
He says, bill, I believe this is killing me.
As the smile ran away from his face
Well Im sure that I could be a movie star
If I could get out of this place

Oh, la la la, de de da
La la, de de da da da

Now paul is a real estate novelist
Who never had time for a wife
And hes talkin with davy whos still in the navy
And probably will be for life

And the waitress is practicing politics
As the businessmen slowly get stoned
Yes, theyre sharing a drink they call loneliness
But its better than drinkin alone


Its a pretty good crowd for a saturday
And the manager gives me a smile
cause he knows that its me theyve been comin to see
To forget about life for a while
And the piano, it sounds like a carnival
And the microphone smells like a beer
And they sit at the bar and put bread in my jar
And say, man, what are you doin here?

Oh, la la la, de de da
La la, de de da da da



~Wyndham (dedicated to my 2 year join date last month and the peeps who have made me stay ^_^ )

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