Everything is the perfect lover, true
Her nodes so fair, her write-ups
fine and firm
Hard-linking all night long, till fingers blue
Happily I'm
infected with her germ
I
brush her text with
keys and
tags and time
She shudders as I
vote her up again
My skills will make her own
knowledge sublime
My keyboard,
mightier than sword or pen
Unless I do write her words
infernal
The things I write her
remain eternal--AlexZander