There has been some bad feeling on the forum from time to time and we have lost a few really interesting posters. I love this forum and I love the wonderful mixture of people on here. Some of you move me to tears, some of you make me snort with outrageous laughter, some of you challenge my thinking, some of you irritate me beyond belief (and I am sure vice versa) but I would not want to lose a single one of you. Some of you have been writing some wonderful odes to the dancers. Here is my feeble attempt to write my ode to all of you.
I really wish there was a way
For all of us to have our say
Where loving fans of Ian Waite
Can mix with fans of Tissuegate
A place where those in fluffy custard
Can learn to live with p*ss and mustard
Sassy posters, don’t take flight
Stay and make a healthy fight
Sparkly pinkies don’t retreat
Sweet and sour mix a treat
Pink room, blue room, take your pick
Room to challenge and bewitch,
Room to soothe and room to stir
Room to differ and concur
I won’t rain on your parade
But I don’t want to be afraid
Of letting off a bit of steam
And spoiling someone else’s dream
I don’t want to hurt a soul
But I abhor the mind control
Whether its by feather duster
Or opinionated bluster.
Argument can make us free
Please don’t feel you need to flee
From too much sweet or two much sour
Stand your ground and use your power.
One may choke on fairy dust
One may run from too much lust
But if we run, we never meet
We all just go into retreat
Rain is difficult, you know,
But it makes the flowers grow
If we stay too self defended
Then the breach is never mended
If we mix only with same
Then the board becomes too tame
Little sugar, little spice,
Little nasty, little nice
Makes a richer, tasty stew,
Space for me and space for you
I really wish there was a way
For all of us to have our say
Where loving fans of Ian Waite
Can mix with fans of Tissuegate
A place where those in fluffy custard
Can learn to live with p*ss and mustard
Sassy posters, don’t take flight
Stay and make a healthy fight
Sparkly pinkies don’t retreat
Sweet and sour mix a treat
Pink room, blue room, take your pick
Room to challenge and bewitch,
Room to soothe and room to stir
Room to differ and concur
I won’t rain on your parade
But I don’t want to be afraid
Of letting off a bit of steam
And spoiling someone else’s dream
I don’t want to hurt a soul
But I abhor the mind control
Whether its by feather duster
Or opinionated bluster.
Argument can make us free
Please don’t feel you need to flee
From too much sweet or two much sour
Stand your ground and use your power.
One may choke on fairy dust
One may run from too much lust
But if we run, we never meet
We all just go into retreat
Rain is difficult, you know,
But it makes the flowers grow
If we stay too self defended
Then the breach is never mended
If we mix only with same
Then the board becomes too tame
Little sugar, little spice,
Little nasty, little nice
Makes a richer, tasty stew,
Space for me and space for you




*Grabs as many people as she can*
Are ya' feeling the love people, are ya'?