Time to resuscitate my old verses about Winston from several years ago. The first verse is in retrospect a bit of a cheap shot (in good fun) as I'm more impressed with some of Winston's "harebrained" theories now. Sung to the following tune:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fbt0Ik_LL2M
Winnie the Wu doesn't know what to do
Got some theories stuck in his head.
He went to Rock seeking help and advice
But good sense left him flummoxed instead.
So Rock sent him to ask of the sage Momopi
Who just shook his head and said "Oh, my my.
Help, oh help ye gods this Wu Man
No doubt the free-thinkingest Asian of all.
Make the changes that only you can:
His soul to a new port of call
Maybe six inches more tall
Many a kilo more small
Fee thinkers made happiest of all.
Back to those good old Palo Alto days.
Banish all memory of East Bay malaise.
Back to the heyday of Wuuuuuuuuuuu."
Winnie the Wu thinking something is odd
As he looks out upon his domain.
"Why are my followers not happy abroad"
Cried Dear Leader in obvious pain.
So Wu went up the mountain to ask of the gods
"Tell me stern deities what are the odds
That I can make substantial improvement
In click-throughs and follow-throughs of my movement?
For each man a happy new place
Regardless of stature or race
Some lovelies to brighten his face
Bad western memories erased.
Back to those good old sweet Russian faces.
No more AW or Taiwan disgraces.
Back to foundations of Wuuuuuuuuuuu."
Let me commend the concept of cadence to those attempting rhyming verses. makes them less painful to read.
