I just came across this ten-year-old snippet of rhyme. I think I remember that at the time, I was planning to write a more ambitious poem imagining what a religion founded by Dad would have looked like, but apparently, this was as far as I got before I forgot the whole idea...
It is a truism of Stewism,
Not a breach of decorum,
That when the crowd gets loud
You go away and ignorum.
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