The Song of Cumbre
[1]
Thine logs read liketh the song of the nightengale, as expressed
by Dave of Valko. Praythee, please reporteth thine language heard
though, for we may all be enlightened.
[2]
If thy wishes to remove thyself from the tribe of Cumbre, praythee
useth the web site and lasheth out not for all to read.
[3]
Learn to turneth off thine html, lest the bulletin be befilled
with Babelishments.
[4]
Reporteth not Radio Nacional Sahuari every fornicating day, lest
the faithful tireth of thine offerings.
[5]
Bloweth not thine own horn, for we care not what local FM doeth
in India or Australia. Thine heart beith in the right place, but
stoweth it.
[6]
Offer up not thine long and medium undulations, for we care only
for thine shorts.
[7]
Do unto der Hans as it has been written, lest the rath come down
upon thee.