The Men Behind the Curtains

This is the story of Antonia Sword,

Who ruled the roost on a message board,

In life she worked at the kipper factory,

But on the net she was most refractory.

Antonia's tits were at her knees,

They were ninety-six double Ds,

Her arse as wide as a Dutch barn door,

And when she walked it dragged on the floor.

Her nose was long, her ears were big,

She belched like a mule and stank like a pig,

But on her board she was a god,

Even if she came across slightly odd.

So spare a thought for the people behind,

The cyber curtains of their daily grind,

Take with a pinch of salt what spouts from their gizzards,

'Cause, remember, in life, there are no wizards.