User:Moulton/Prattle Hymn of the Repugnant
Mine eyes have seen the Gomi of the shunning of rhymed word
He is stamping out the lyrics that the japes of wrath have bored
I have felt the fateful striking of the bobble-headed lord;
This beast is slouching on.
Gomi! Gomi! Hallelujah! Gomi! Gomi! Hallelujah!
Gomi! Gomi! Hallelujah! This beast is slouching on.
I have seen him damp the spirits of a dozen lyric rants
They have cast me in the tarpit of the tl;dr chants
You can read his damning judgments but your kishkes will get cramps
The Mods are marching on.
Gomi! Gomi! Hallelujah! Gomi! Gomi! Hallelujah!
Gomi! Gomi! Hallelujah! The Mods are marching on.
I have read a Fiery Angel writ in burnt-out threads of hell;
“As ye deal with my condemners, so with tunes my face shall kvell”;
Let the spirit, born of music, crush depression with its spell,
Praise doggerel in song.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Praise doggerel in song.
Moulton sounded forth the songfest that shall never call retreat;
He is sifting out the hearts of Mods, midst judgments of defeat;
Oh, be swift, my soul, to sing again! Be jubilant, reTweet!
Bad songs are marching on.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Bad songs are marching on.
In the blossom of the lotus, song arose from muck with glee
With atrocious rhymes and meter that disfigures poetry;
As we try to mend threads holey, let's go on a singing spree;
While Mods are grouching on.
Gomi! Gomi! Hallelujah! Gomi! Gomi! Hallelujah!
Gomi! Gomi! Hallelujah! While Mods are grouching on.
Song is coming like the glory of the morning music rave,
Song is wisdom to the mighty, song is honor to the brave;
So the world shall sing forever, music rises from the grave,
As doggerel marches on.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! As doggerel marches on.