If You've Been Confused...

I feel you're due an explanation,
all of you whom I've confused.
My obscurantist utteration,
has you muddled and bemused.

Read if you lead an illustrious clan,
or you're a haven of Jupiter's moon.
I've muddled all of your heads, to a man,
but all of this will be clear very soon.

(More to follow.)

Rwingett suspects that someone perfidious,
has given the mods some foul new work.
"Har!" he says, "who is this insidious,
dishonest, repulsive, bewildering jerk?"

Ivanhoe, Joe, would just like to know,
if this chicken's been smoking the weeds.
Nay, I say, for the plants I don't grow,
nor do I own any seeds.

(More to follow.)

Indeed these posts have a single cause,
that of course being the boredom incurred.
When some ancient political clause,
must be interpreted, word by word.

(MTF)

I sit in front of a mid-range Dell box,
typing some petty and ill-conceived tripe,
'bout the work of some moderns, in powdery Lockes,
I do them injustice each key that I type.

So you see tis the practice of modern state school,
that causes a chicken to mess with some heads,
to post like a whiny and blithering fool,
and send people wondering into their beds.

(Essentially, I'm doing boring homework for a boring American Government class, and on a few dangerous occasions find silliness cathartic. I'll explain, to the best of my ability, what I was on about, as requested on an individual basis.)

Originally posted by royalchicken
I sit in front of a mid-range Dell box,
typing some petty and ill-conceived tripe,
'bout the work of some moderns, in powdery Lockes,
I do them injustice each key that I type.

So you see tis the practice of modern state school,
that causes a chicken to mess with some heads,
to post like a whiny and blithering fool,
and send people wondering in ...[text shortened]... l explain, to the best of my ability, what I was on about, as requested on an individual basis.)

Originally posted by Phlabibit
Come on, you people with IQ's near 200 arn't supposed to go mad until they reach the mid 30's... Whats up!?

😉

Originally posted by royalchicken
IQ, of course, being an acronym for Insufficient Quantity. Indeed, on 200 talents one couldn't feed a cat for an hour 😛.

(Editor's note: the 'talent' is a Biblical monetary unit/measure of weight.)

Originally posted by Phlabibit
General Forums, One Monday night.
Surprised what my eyes did behold...

Royal Chicken was ranting, raving, and paving.
A Super Highway of Posts, oh so bold.

Did any make sense? rwingett says no.
As I read them I have to believe.

Each post has 3 meanings, with opposites same;
And each one increases the size of your brain.

Originally posted by royalchicken
Very good, very good 😛! The cerebral swelling should go down within the hour. Apologies.

Originally posted by Phlabibit
I just go back to "The Longest Thread in History" and after a half page brain get small and mangigable az it wus bfore....

[i]*-

Originally posted by royalchicken
I sit in front of a mid-range Dell box,
typing some petty and ill-conceived tripe,
'bout the work of some moderns, in powdery Lockes,
I do them injustice each key that I type.

So you see tis the practice of modern state school, ...[text shortened]... bility, what I was on about, as requested on an individual basis.)

Originally posted by zach918
Okay, I'll fall for the bait.
Wait!
What shall I say?
I don't want to come across gay?
I just want to know the reason you rant,
(Like I can't),
In this thread,
(While I'm in bed),
And why you said,
That you're crazy in your head.

If though art crazy,
Then what am I?
I must be insane.
That explains why people crane
There heads just to se ...[text shortened]... were dead!
Others figured you were in bed.
Me? I just missed you.
And this post is my due(s).

Originally posted by zach918
Okay, I'll fall for the bait.
Wait!
What shall I say?
I don't want to come across gay?
I just want to know the reason you rant,
(Like I can't),
In this thread,
(While I'm in bed),
And why you said,
That you're crazy in your head.

If though art crazy,
Then what am I?
I must be insane.
That explains why people crane
There heads just to se ...[text shortened]... were dead!
Others figured you were in bed.
Me? I just missed you.
And this post is my due(s).

Originally posted by royalchicken
In poetry, too, Zach owned his skill,
even unrhymed, he'd versificate still.
With words and phrases of thund'rous sound,
shocking those chess players gathered round...

Oay, parody. I forget of what.

Ah, recapitulation.