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by E.Fudd
I, Mo'med Toonewanian
Shut down this site you see
My Spwinter gwoup fwom Saturday
Cwaims wesposibiwity
We will continue to cwash the system
Until all our demands are met
We've got deep cover opewatives
E. Fudd, for one, you bet!
We shut down O.P. one thwough four
As a show of stwenght
To hide this twuth fwom all of you
Ron will go to any wenght
The fwee speech of the infidels
Will be banished fwom this site
You must pwaise the poems of Elmer
Fudd
Until you get it wight
In the absence of any aqwostic
twicks
Our pwogwam will be installed
And soon your whitings will be
twanscwibed
Wike Fudd's for once and all!
Perhaps you are befuddled
for you do not hold sway
Open season on poets
Does not start until Friday
Andwew,
The season's always open
As wong as I am fwee
There's just one way to stop my
pwan
But no more cwues you'll get fwom
me
Never will you gain control
In this, or another life
Cease your terrorist threats you mole
E. Fudd, you are, not nice
To hold this site for ransom
Really yanks my chain
You've sunk as low as one can go
E.Vil should be your name
For if all did sound like you
Unthinkable at best
Diversity would dissappear
Doomed as was this test
Slipped it right by some of them
Overatures were made
Rarely can you fool this bunch
Real savvy, most oft' displayed
You'll get no praise from me
No, I hold the acrostic key
Once again your plans I'll thwart
Count on it you see
Impassioned poets I'll protect
Guaranteed you are to fail
Although this time you did come close
Reason has prevailed
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