Ode to Mark P Knowles – Worried by your frongelous facial growth?

People who spend too much time online go insane. This poem was created for me in a thread created for the purpose of having a thread. It could be the best poem ever written about me.

Ode to Mark P Knowles:

See, see the Dead sky
Marvel at its big Puce depths.
Tell me, Mark Knowles do you
Wonder why the Platypus ignores you?
Why its foobly stare
makes you feel Energised.
I can tell you, it is
Worried by your frongelous facial growth
That looks like
A Chicken.
What’s more, it knows
Your varpid potting shed
Smells of capsicum.
Everything under the big Dead sky
Asks why, why do you even bother?
You only charm Rotten fishs.

Love it. Thanks to the best DJ on the planet for starting the thread. And thanks to Eric Graudin, who writes about Internet stuff for the technically terrified for creating the poem. It makes me feel humble to see work of this calibre.

This is what gamergirl thinks my latest fan looks like:

Not too far from the truth probably. I think she must have eaten too much home made fudge. (The fan that is, not Charlotte)

I think I can guarantee my blog will be the first result in a google search for “Worried by your frongelous facial growth” by tomorrow.

I am an internet SEO master !