The Secretary made a declaration:

'This Game of PTomic is begun: what fun

'Will now ensue!' This is a fabrication,

But anyway: he fired the starter's gun.

Thinking that scoring should be more confusing,

deced proposed a rather silly rule.

It should have got a well-deservèd bruising,

But only lost because deced's a fool.

Move Two, and Elden strove for Ozzy rights

While sex and language kept Cyrano busy

And Colin Fletcher stepped into the lights.

The chorus of 'against' votes made him dizzy.

Now millerqueen devised a swimming Pool:

We liked it, so it had to be a Rule.

When in our queen's new Pool Proposals floated,

Cyrano's anti-cad rule was selected:

Our Sec then cocked it up. When two had voted,

He called it "null and void." So we elected

Judge Cox, who dreamt of puppies. He awoke:

dsyst was right, but Cox was UNDECIDED!

Back to the Pool, then. Mr Coxy spoke:

"We move too fast: debate must be provided."

(In fact, we move so fast I fail to mention

Move Four, which changed the way we time each vote.

Oh dear. Then I must call for my suspension:

As poet, I'm a mote of little note.)

So what became of Coxy's first-born motion?

Until the next verse, you will have no notion.

VW, round this time, mentioned Gödel.

(It does strange things to me when she talks math.)

You want to know if Coxy cleared the hurdle?

A wording issue felled his rule. The path

Was clear to bring back dear Cyrano's wheeze:

This controversial anti-cad thing. Four

Were for, and three against. But then, to please

dsyst, we clowned and japed and clowned some more:

His 'funny points' Proposal was the cause.

deced and Elden mused on humour's essence,

And Llama Roddy punned, to much applause.

Disaster struck: Elden withdrew his presence.

(A riff on OG's Code, penned by dsyst,

Was 'not allowed.' Shame on the satirist.)

(But satire is a strange device. Its sign

Is fire: its flag delights in being burnt.)

The funny rule was passed: one Point was mine;

Ducks win the most Points, though, as we have learnt.

Now millerqueen strode forth, through she was lame,

To offer us another tempting rule.

Her whim, which we indulged, was this: to name

Proposals after songs they sing in Yule.

And millerqueen, like Adam, named each beast

Conceived within our game. (Or were some loomed?)

Which brings us to Move Nine. deced had pieced

Together reasons why the game was doomed.

dsyst could not be arsed, nor lucy_who,

And queenie asked for tea, and biscuits too.

deced, you see, omitted to include

The spirit of the game in Judgement's basis:

Constraining how the Rules might be construed,

We risked the game's destruction due to stasis.

But Gödel didn't sway us. (We traverse

The edge of undecidability.)

Move Ten: our dear dsyst, being perverse,

Proposed a rule designed to target me.

And, while we voted (Coxy's vote was pretty),

deced attacked dsyst with geometric

Figures, for no good reason. Why this ditty,

Is it a joke? A crime? And must it rhyme?

My actions may seem odd, howe'er you view it.

I can explain: the donkey made me do it.