Red Thunder
Two Thousand Club
Once there was a posting board
That many in the square
Would often attach notices
Of pers'nal nature there
For some would place ideas
To inspire great debate
Or they might share some good advice
So none should learn too late
Others, proud of something done
Would share that friends might know
Or sometimes jokes or funny sketch
Someone might like to show
And for a time its purpose
Was maintained well indeed
About each thing respectful speech
Was strictly guaranteed
But on a chilly morning
The townsfolk waked to see
Upon a former posted thought
Mud smeared haphazardly
The general consensus
Held true among them all
Twas such a disrespectful thing
But none would take the fall
Though the dirt had left a stain
The board was soon thus cleaned
And deed was forgotten that day
For twas over, it seemed
But as the days continued
So did the disrespect
For every morn more plastered mud
Was found on pages wrecked
In time it mattered no more
The hour in which twas done
And mud began continual flight
Neath Moon or under Sun
Until at last a poster
While placing up his thought
Did in his unsuspecting face
A slab of mud he caught
And woe upon the small town
For deed unjustly wrought
What started disapproving mud
Became a battle fought
And families were sundered
Dear friends with fault each found
En masse they became too concerned
With tearing others down
Until at last a small voice
Was heard above the din
"Why not," she said, "let others be?
"Keep disapproval in?
"No one asked for approval
"On thoughts or achievements
"You cannot be polite? Than pass!
"Respect is common sense!"
But none would deign to hear her
For so concerned were they
Their opinion be heard by all
So continued the fray
In time upon the village
At last a silence fell
And no one stirred, twas peace in town
For all Death did compel
That many in the square
Would often attach notices
Of pers'nal nature there
For some would place ideas
To inspire great debate
Or they might share some good advice
So none should learn too late
Others, proud of something done
Would share that friends might know
Or sometimes jokes or funny sketch
Someone might like to show
And for a time its purpose
Was maintained well indeed
About each thing respectful speech
Was strictly guaranteed
But on a chilly morning
The townsfolk waked to see
Upon a former posted thought
Mud smeared haphazardly
The general consensus
Held true among them all
Twas such a disrespectful thing
But none would take the fall
Though the dirt had left a stain
The board was soon thus cleaned
And deed was forgotten that day
For twas over, it seemed
But as the days continued
So did the disrespect
For every morn more plastered mud
Was found on pages wrecked
In time it mattered no more
The hour in which twas done
And mud began continual flight
Neath Moon or under Sun
Until at last a poster
While placing up his thought
Did in his unsuspecting face
A slab of mud he caught
And woe upon the small town
For deed unjustly wrought
What started disapproving mud
Became a battle fought
And families were sundered
Dear friends with fault each found
En masse they became too concerned
With tearing others down
Until at last a small voice
Was heard above the din
"Why not," she said, "let others be?
"Keep disapproval in?
"No one asked for approval
"On thoughts or achievements
"You cannot be polite? Than pass!
"Respect is common sense!"
But none would deign to hear her
For so concerned were they
Their opinion be heard by all
So continued the fray
In time upon the village
At last a silence fell
And no one stirred, twas peace in town
For all Death did compel
