HAIL IGNORA, LADY GODDESS, HER MAJESTY!
O ye chatters! Come hear the words
Sweet Goddess, 'tis well beyond my endurance Many come to talk at us
Bless those among Your numbers
Well, I might only hope
Gracious Ignora, Lady of the Conversant
O ye chatters! Come hear the words
--by Emilie Conroy
Of our Lady the Goddess Ignora
For 'tis She who blesses you with the power
To avoid those who a bore-a!
To entertain rants in all caps
But I can turn to my Lady Ignora
And bid farewell to those doltish chaps.
Many come to preach
How much better 'twould be
If they would simply teach.
Who speak of things quite interesting
And take away the computers
Of the downright irritating.
To always have the interesting to say
And that those come to fight and battle
By Your gracious hand shall go away.
'Tis you whom I adore
And please, let me liked enough
To ne'er be placed on IGNORE.
Of our Lady the Goddess Ignora
For 'tis She who blesses you with the power
To avoid those who a bore-a!
