jutleys poetry corner!))aka gcwfan)

There once was a man called jutley,

His poems spiced things up like chutney,

His antics caused us all to laugh,

Or to roll our eyes abruptly.

There once was a man called jutley,

His username rhymed with putney,

Nobody knew where he was really from,

Only that he was cute and cuddly.
Anon! And Jutley did come forth from on high,

Beseeching all to buy, the gcw zero

A brand spanking new toy!

And the heavens did part! Ahoy, Ahoy
So a special corner was set,

Jutley´s poetry I expect.

It is now on second page,

and no Jutley´s poetry for age.

Just the community replies.

I won´t bother, as those are the heroes,

but as things relies,

I will get a GCW zero.

Alas, poor GCW Fan! I knew him, gcw; a

fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent

fancy; he hath borne me on his back a

thousand times; and now, how abhorred

in my imagination it is! My gorge rises at

it. Here hung those lips that I have

kissed I know not how oft. Where be

your gibes now?
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When experts read Shakespeare's plays,

They say that his mind was a great thing.

But if you read just was he says,

You think 'what kind of **** was he taking?'