Especially for those who requested it, my poem about reading through the old BBC R&E threads...
I might just have a tiptoe through the garden of reminiscence when I get an evening free...
And wallow in religious chat on the good old BBC.
I’ll skip through threads on evolution, ethics and the recent Noahic Flood,
And see what fossils I can dredge up from the mud.
It’s a materially philosophic Eden with lawns of confirmation bias
And hosts of gardeners who only prune to try us.
In secluded nooks you may find a gem amongst the shrubs and trees
Or twisty-turny gymnasts who hide in righteous expertise.
Some antics with romantics who see the world so rosy
Makes me yearn to pick a morally necessary posy
Or visit caves of ignorance to mine a quote or two,
To practice circularity and evade the thinkers that pursue.
But once I’m there my metaphysical meandering well meant
Ends with yet another day in nostalgic pilgrimage full spent.
Sadly, I can't remember what Gonnagle's winning title for it was
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