I’ve been visiting the Apolo sites since they were started, and only this year (after the new DWTS offshoot sites appeared) did I fully appreciate what a great job Lindsey and all the mods do on this board. So, in their honor and in keeping with one of my favorite threads ever on this site (Apolo doggerel), I wrote this silly little ditty. (Be kind, it’s my first try.) I probably should have posted it with the rest of the doggerel, but because this thread has most recently touched on the turmoil on Site 1, I thought it would fit right in here. (BTW, I anxiously await all the details from those of you lucky enough to attend Nationals this week. Have fun, and in case you don’t hear from me for awhile, thanks in advance and Happy Holidays to all.)
Compared to MT who’s not back
I know I’m just simply a hack
I prefer prose to rhyme
But I’ll try this one time
To explain why I come here to yak.
Well, I really don’t come here to post
For me it’s just harder than most
To say what I feel
Like the others with zeal
It’s just not the MO of a ghost.
If yakking is not what I do,
Do I come here to read what say you?
Yes, been doing it forever
Cause I think you’re all clever
And to see if there’s anything new.
On only one humble occasion
Did my two cents I thought I would mention
I got carried away
And my words they did stray
But were met with just plain old affection.
I’ll tell you what isn’t my schtick
Is the cliquity, cliquity, clique
Of posters that chatter
Like they’re all that matter
Of many I rather would pick.
Some say that the OZers berate
If you don’t know a thing about skate
In a sports-only quest
I can hang with the best
Rather not though, they play it too straight.
The shippers still cling to the dream
That A/J will be a love team
They see signs undeniable
Are they all certifiable?
Ask that there and you just might get reamed.
Those places they ask you to savor
Apolo in only one flavor
Please talk only skating
Or his dance partner dating
If not, take your leave, it is over.
I’d rather just hang with the fans
Who come with no preconceived plan
I come for the mix
And occasional fix
Of the skater, the dancer, the man.