This is a delayed post. Wandering through the book of our own history, I bumped into this poem I wrote at Amused Muse.
Our grandpa became Lenny Flank,
The other PZ Myers,
When PZ banned him from the Thumb,
to put out all the fires.
Lou F C D was clowning too,
and to the stall he went
And rather proud was he when to
the bathroom wall was sent.
But Daddy Arden pulled the plug
and “Not yet” Lou was told,
“You must get banned from Dembski’s blog
By DaveScot and with bold.”
Continued below the fold.
And so the seed that Arden planted
Grew within Lou’s womb,
And Janie Belle McKnight was born,
and headed forth to doom.
DaveScot wouldn’t hang around,
So Corporal Kate was born,
And lovers she and Janie bound,
And Dave was back, forlorn.
But Billy D. obliged us all,
and sent us down the pike,
Because we dared to question that
Old dried up MorphoDyke.
And we must mention our Grand Aunt,
Who guided Lou with Love,
He refers to her with mild smirk,
As his own Karl Rove.
Eventually it had to be
that all good things must end,
So from the closet we’re both free,
and here the story’s penned.
That’s how DaveScot’s Katie’s Dad,
and Arden is my own,
Grand children of that Lenny Flank,
And PZ’s too! (He’ll groan.)
And so we live to tell the tale,
and tell you of our fates,
how happy fertile Mommy Lou,
got pregged on both first dates. November 15, 2006 11:39 AM