The (Not so distant cousin of the) Raven.

Once upon a Wednesday dreary,
While I scrolled so weak and weary
Over many a quaint and curious volume of Al's Lore
Threading replies, never posting
Suddenly there came a boasting
As if Good Eats (Alton hosting)
Would be on in seconds more.
"Tis some rerun," I muttered,
"Pantry Raids II, III and IV.
Only this and nothing more."

Ah distinctly I remember
Taping Fry Hard in December (or was it June)
And wanting to become a member of Fabled Chicken Friars of Yore.
Eagerly I grabbed my yard bird,
Vainly I had cut so absurd,
But soaked in buttermilk for hours, HOURS covering every pore.
For the sweet and succulent chicken
The family still clamors for ... Good Eats Y'All,
FOREVERMORE!

I remember, in the evening
When any sane geek would be leaving
Leaving for his own abode
I sat, casting off my pretense,
Seeking both the hidden sequence,
And the word that rhymes, "Lenora."

Pushing buttons like a madman,
A stooge or sage, a nut or pecan
"Crap," I shrieked, "thou fiend or fiendroid
"Before thee I was fully employed
"Making money on the net
"Now I lay in total anguish
"Trying to some gadget vanquish!
"What is thy response then?!?!"
Quoth the gizmo, "Busqueda be Hora."

Last Edited: 01/18/2010