I hear that your arm took a whack
that led to an ominous crack
heed my words: when dyspeptic
limit feats, pugilistic,
to boxing with Jill and not Jack
Where Miss Snark vented her wrath on the hapless world of writers and crushed them to sand beneath her T.Rexual heels of stiletto snark. The blog is dark--no further updates after 5/20/2007.