You may smirk about my woe, but I cannot shirk my plurk, you know.

I cannot handle this today, It makes my head hurt, say oy vey, of all the words I have to write, of all the heads I need to smite

oh boh benoir, you silly man, this purk is why I am your fan

the things you do old siily goose, you make me write like Dr Seuss

Jed (he said) you make me sad. I do so wish that you were glad and not so mad, so quite uptight. You must remember smite makes right!