I woke from a dream and found I had writ a Pome. I hope it raises a smile rather than cutlasses...
In the year 2008
Began that saga, MoldieGate
When the elite Chosen Few
(around one hundred and forty two)
Fled en masse for better climes
And thus began some troubled times.
'We are the Crem-miest Creme de Creme
And so we're not inviting Them
We don't want her, she's quite unknown
And she has always made me groan.'
With every post they aspired to be
Endowed with Moldie Royalty.
Miffed, the unchosen masses chuggered
'Why have those Moldies orf they buggered?
And so much more importantleee
Why did the meanies not pick MEEEE?'
But we'll be fine, MN still rocks
We won't put thistles in Moldies' socks
Or any other naughty triques
From now on there'll be no more cliques
And they can post both There and here
And we can post - just here, I fear
But moving very swiftly on,
It's time that all this woe be gone
A brand New Year, we wish them well
We hope that over there it's hell swell.