Blow me if I didn't dream another Pome!
Part 2:
So, on the Moldie battle rages
We'll soon be at three million pages
Who wants to be one, anyway
- err, yes, we do check mail each day
But only so we can delight
In tearing up their late invite!
Meanwhile, Moldies sneak back in
False beards dangling from their chin
A Nom de Ploom and shifty eyes
Peeping out from their disguise.
"We're mystified - why do you care
It's true it's lovely over there
With our Queen's portrait on the walls
and lots of fun with our black balls
Among us friends it's just so cosy
And everything is sweetly rosy
Every post just shines with wit
Because we vetoed all you twits.
But why on earth you're all so cross
That we considered you the dross
We just don't get it, it seems bonkers
That you'd think we'd want you plonkers."
Such gracious olive branch extended
It's stunning that the feud's not ended.