The inside-baseball coda: And I heard them exclaim As they rose out of sight Merry Christmas to all Be it POSIX or right. @dashdashado On Mon, Dec 13, 2021 at 12:14 PM Paul Eggert via tz <tz@iana.org> wrote:
On 12/13/21 08:39, Brian Inglis via tz wrote:
suggesting and requesting late anniversary submissions by filkers and literary posters
Bonus points for "filkers". I'd never heard of filk songs until today.
As a *terrible* poet (as Moore was) I suppose I'm qualified. Here's a first verse; further contributions welcome.
Twas the month before Christmas, and all through the lab Not an RA was shirking, nor having a gab. Though stuffing was stored by the turkeys somewhere, In hopes that Thanksgiving would be fun to share, The PIs were typing away at their desks, While visions of funding bucks danced like burlesques, And Bob at his Anvil and I at my Sun, Had just settled things for a long production run, When out on the net there arose such a clatter, I sprang from my desk to see what was the matter.