Good bye Miss Snark, And May Scores of Gin Pails Bring Thee to Thy Clooney

Snark No More

Fear no more the weight o' the dragoon;
Nor the furious nitwit's rages,
Thou thy worldly task hast done,
Home art gone, and ta'en thy partials;
Blogging agents and poodles all must,
Take a break and go home to dust.

Fear no more the fiction novels
That are past the cluestick's stroke:
Care no more for crapometers;
To thee the hook is as the gin pail:
The serial scrubbers and squirrels, must
All follow this, and enclose a SASE.

Fear no more the flaming hair,
Nor the purple unicorn query letters;
Fear not rumors of Rabbitania;
Thou hast schooled thy Snarklings better;
All authors young, all authors must
Consign to thee, and thy stilettos.

No Barbara Bauer harm thee!
Nor no Publish America charm thee!
Gmail overload forbear thee!
Nothing ill come near thee!
Clooney consummation have;
And renowned be thy blog!

sigh