[b]Sonnet on Pickle's Avatar[/b]
[sm]by the Bard of Alla[/sm]
In Autumn's deepest mellow hues of gold
Among the harvest bounty hath enriched
There lay a pilgrim neither young nor old
Who on the forums mused and japed and bi[i][/i]tched
How like a maiden doth appear his hair
How like a hip
