In defence of CQN

And as I read with wandering thoughts of what the coming years would hold,
Lost in dreams of CQN as ambitious visions did unfold,
Like me I’m sure that most of you who post our inner hopes and prayers
Ignore those sad and stunted folk whose lives seem lost in woes and cares
who hope that ill befall each one who states our wishes on this site
instead of joining in the fun they sadly spout their verbal (I wonder what rhymes with site).
So behind me get you evil hordes who hide your cloven foot with shoe,
Go mix some toads and frogs with spit, get up the close and sniff your glue,
Then pray to him who owns your souls who’s made your brains turn into slurry,
From Beelzebub, you’re Satan’s spawn, so say Seig-heil to Mr Murray.