VW'd perfected her wild horses

And Coxy's Pot o'Gold began to swell,

When, with an elephantine proposition,

Starfighter Pilot sought to tidy up

A donkey. Coxy was the Limey 'cos

He came up with a nursery for Rules,

But scorned deced for playing with his nuts,

While dosing up themink with some bananas.

A recipe for tuna was suggested.

VW made one more tweak to 'Ride'

To stop the horses trampling on the Players.

(themink, of eagle eye, had noted this.)

There was a war. Priorities were set

And targets, some would claim, were nearly met.

This Move was quite a long'un, like the last

One, on account of good old 294.

Coxy is worried this is far too long now,

But then - if Play'rs were active - would it matter?

The only reason votes won't finish early,

Is that there's six of us who never vote:

Majority is hard to reach, thus. Maybe

Exclusion should come after shorter waits?

(I fear my editorial intrusion

Is getting even worse than my poor verse.)

Atomic things discussed with 'Nita Hibbard

Were frowned upon by sev'ral other Players.

Some tears, some hugs, some tuna were exchanged.

deced then kill'd the Thread with some dull maths.