Where Is He Now?(a eulogy for A. Vertyser)

by Dr.Moose1

Some time ago in O.P. Four or maybe O.P. Three

There was one, that son of a gun, who was pretty close to me.

His name was A. Vertyser, he had a gift for words

Though most often what he was selling, was borderline absurd!

A few here might remember as far back as December

When E. Fudd's Cwistmas Cwassics was flying off the shelves

Then before the sale clearance there was a disappearance,

A. Vertyser lost adherence, Abducted by Ron's elves!

No warning was forth-coming, no bells or whistles humming,

In the rush to keep things running, The server had it's way

And with startled look on his face, Ad was gone with no trace,

(you guessed it) lost in C-space I regret I'm here to say

Un-like cats who're given nine lives, now it's only in the archives

Where Ad can sell you steak knives, or the latest in bidets

What's his final destination? Though it's only speculation.

With-out re-incarnation I suspect that's where he'll stay

Nurse Crachet

Dr. Moose

Your wish

is my command

I can bring him

to ‘Stute land

where Justin's

sit around

and play

tiddly winks all day

and crayon kings

make goo stew.

We have a new

young lady too,

my dear sweet

long lost daughter.

So if you need

your buddy A.Vertyser

I'm sure I can

accommodate him

into our shrine.

Remember the Nurse

is here to please.

Andrew Scott

Yo Doc, sorry about your loss

A. Vertyser sounded real nice

And I sure could use some new knifes

That spud Fudds a tough one to slice