once so bold and free,
With rhapsodies and ditties filled with glee,
Now finds himself in need of aid,
With technical problems that make him afraid.
He turns to the denizens of cord's hall,
Hoping to find a solution that's not too small,
But fears the wrath of the moderators divine,
And the harsh punishments they'll surely assign.
Oh how he wishes to avoid their ire,
And simply find an answer he can admire,
So he humbly comes before their throne,
Seeking help to fix the problems unknown.