Now is the winter of this discontent
Made glorious summer by this scarf I bought
And all the netmums that lour'd upon upon our rage
In the deep bosom of AIBU buried.
Now are our charms discussed for monument,
And our stern YABUs changed to merry meetings,
Our dreadful MILs to delightful bumsex.
Grim visag'd HQ have smoothed their wrinkled brows,
And now, instead of handing out banishments,
They caper nimbly in the gin-makers chambers,
To the befuddled pleasing of a lute.
But I - I that am not shaped for Friday night tricks,
Nor made to sport a school run frock,
I that am a late night lurker, and want MN royalty
To strut about in relationships,
I, that am curtailed by late night updates,
Cheated of mumsnet by dissembling internet,
Unposted, Unanswered, sent beyond your time
Into the late night world, scarce hardly made up,
And that so lamely and unfashionable
That Style and Beauty smirk at me as I lurk by them.
Why I, in this weak late night time of peace -
Have no 'active convos' to pass away the time,
Unless I spy some unanswered threads
And descant on mine own unpopularity.
And therefore, since I cannot prove to be Royalty,
To entertain these fair well spoken days
I am determined to be a villain,
And hate the Idle pleasures of this place.
Plots have I laid, viruses dangerous,
By drunken threads, libels and dreams,
To set She Who Must Not Be Named and MNHQ
In deadly hate the one against the other
And IF MNHQ be as true and just
As I am subtle, false and treacherous,
Today shall 'G' closely be mew'd up
About a prophecy which says that 'G'
The downfall of MNHQ shall be.
I have work to do, but I think I could probably squeeze a five act play out of this one.