There once was a woman from Yonkers
Who had psychic powers and big honkers.
When men came to court
Every prurient thought
Was read back to them, driving them bonkers.
In the words of the great Archimedes
Even the weaklings and weedies
Can ask, if they're clever,
For fulcrum and lever
Or start killing hostages, speedies.
There once was an old man of Grange
Who warned people that he was strange.
This message he'd chorus
From his brontosaurus
Which carried him all about Grange.
There once was a girl from Milwaukee
Who lived for the Internet trochee.
So "Ninja!" or "Pirate!"
She'd burble 'til, irate,
They silenced that girl from Milwaukee.
Before all this Facebooking guff
There was a site based around stuff.
Despite great potential
Its profit eventual
Was nil - they thought circles enough.