Little Miss Muffet
Sat on her tuffet
Noding the day away
Along came a nodeshell
From someone who can't spell
And frightened Miss Muffet away
Mary, Mary, quite contrary
How does your nodeshell grow?
"With prank phone calls, and ATE MY BALLS,
And three softlinks all in a row."
Humpty Dumpty sat for a spell
Humpty Dumpty made a nodeshell
All the king's horses and all the king's men
Couldn't get Humpty to writeup again
Mary noded up a shell
Its page was white as snow
And everywhere that Mary went
Softlinks were sure to flow
She finally wrote it up one day,
A noder truly skilled
It made the chatterbox's day
To see the nodeshell filled
Old Mother Hubbard
Linked to "The Cupboard"
To refer to a really bad pun
But when she went there
The nodeshell was bare
And so her poor hardlink had none
I'm a nodeshell
Just a lonely nodeshell
And I'm sitting here in softlink hell
Well, while my writeups are empty, I just sit here and wait
While the cheddarboxers discuss and debate
And I want a nice writeup someday
And I hope and pray that I will
But today I am still
A nodeshell
(okay, that one wasn't a nursery rhyme, but I couldn't resist)
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