As promised, a response to so noble a verse:


Why, this was certainly a metre dramatic!
Whatev'r I say next cometh anti-climatic;
I'm tickled pink that you cordially chose
To wish me a "Co` latha breith sona dhut" pose.
So no need for apology, no need for regret;
Your Ode's just the thing to make my day set.

Thank you indeed for your kindly depictions
Of my friendly bias, and patient convictions.
I keep my ears perked up an' keep them a-pointy,
I tell Mister 'Spock' to learn feelings aren't hoity.

For his logic and love are not mutually exclusive.
They lead him to embrace eternal perusives;
And should anyone dispute my polemical spar:
Go give Dave a full moon of green cheesy Pon Farr.

You know, one thing proves merry -- one thing, I find sport --
Is your designation of Wolf's being "short".
Gah, I'm NOT knee-high to a weta! You'd see, span for span,
I'm taller than Darien yet shorter than Sam. :-)

And now that I needs rest this wrung-dry old squeegee,
Methinks I should say more about you, oh B-G
But I'm saving it thrice for a poem about thee.
Still, you rule: you Rink-rock in joyous tsunami,
So I hope you're back online, sometime... A.-S.-A.-P.