Strong Eagle wrote:When seeing a thread so odd,
One must ask, as a mod,
Is it something in the air
That creates rhymes so fair?
Verily there's something in the air,
It feels like the wind in my hair.
But wait, what's that upon the wind?
An eagle strong soars on its wing.
Way down below, clamouring for bait
There, babies of the jay, are eight.
While looking like a Yankee doodle,
A billy goat munches its noodle.
Inside a house, snuggling his beau,
A movie buff shouts "Nikita, go!"
Observing him, she woefully rues
"He is no intellectual's muse."