A scheme, with assistance from Beam
A site where your talents will show
Your words, with a tune that you borrow
A port where the satirists go

To write the unwriteable song
To thirst, pour and taste from a jar
To strive, when your eyes are too bleary
That is what has made you a star

To do your best
To raise up the bar
A line to the rope-less
To lift the sub-par

To write through the night
With occasional pause
To be ready to scribble like hell
For a finely-tuned clause

And I know that you've always come through
To this madman's request
With fair lines, like a King David psalm
Though I made it in jest

Amiright is much better for this
That one man wrote of ship, mast and spars*
Throat sore, his tongue coated in fur-age
We crown him the Parody Czar