But please may I ask you never to become
That worst of all posters—a Q and A nun,
For these are the ones who hold their ranking so precious
Obsessed with level above them—so delicious!
For each day they look at their points and they measure
How far to the next circle of the Heaven they treasure!.
No more do they question, no longer make queries
But churn out more answers banal and quite dreary
Till like Gollum they become a shade and a miser
Thinking only of points they grow ever less wiser
And levels and stars and ranking is their life
For they love “Best Contributor” more than their wife
No more do they amuse us with poems and good fun
For they have to keep points up and tend to the sums
And no more do their names appear in your in-box
And no more can you read them over your Weet-bix,
So Jellz keep on posting your poems and your funnies
About the sea and the wind and the cute little bunnies!.
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