In response to "lurkerdom" present or in the future, before any other
sleepy-eyed Fafnirs stick the head out of their lairs breathing the fires of
exegesis permit me to wield my pen in self-defense, parry my parody, and
deprecate my doggerel.

    The land's at its spring
    And day's at the mourn;
    No one's a novice;
    This List's no fun;
    The flag's on its wing;
    The snailmail's got porn;
    Greenspan's in office
    Tennyson, anyone?

CDM