THE LONE STRANGER

He rides in upon a silver horse
Bearing stranger names,
Yet unable to divorce
Sound knowledge from his games.
And cordial "howdydoos"
Are offered cross the boards,
But suspicious of a ruse
The smiles strike wistful chords.
And yet we must extend a hand
'Cause some may still be real,
New assets to our AWADland
To boost our common weal.
But as they vanish and return
For one more short respite,
The loading times increase their burn
To wade through cluttered trite.
So if a mask and silver horse
Is your choice of task today,
Considering jumbling's a cork at our source,
How will you "handle" the words you say?

Hiyo Silver! And awayyyyyyyyyyy!!!!.......

--Author Unknown