This here’s a tale, more or less
Of one whose name I’m sure you’ll guess
A poster most irascible
Of erudition “HE” is full? (not)

Despite the man’s ineptitude
He never fails to start a feud
With those “WHO” question protocol
He digs himself a mighty hole

Exemplifying Alkaline
His words should radiate benign
But ‘tis’ not so – I see a sign …
That from his ass the sun doth shin?

This shindig just will have to stop
For how much more can one man cop?!?
In words not quite mellifluous
This poem’s been named superfluous

It is the man’s prerogative
To utter words pejorative
When basic “Common Sense” eludes
The man from whom the shine exudes

And tell again of shinning light
So that this writer “MAY” delight!
For fun and jest and merriment
This healer is an angel sent

He’s likely quite innocuous
Just seems to lack binoculars
Through which he’d see the simple truth
That he’s a silly nincompoop

Could it be … oh did I hear
That things are not as they appear?
The basic fact I’m sure “HE” loathes
This Emperor really has no clothes!!

Some will Gandoosh while others flush
It gives the man a mighty blush
For regimens that offer health
Will take his limelight with much stealth

Shin, shina, shineree!
Could it, could it, could it be?
That brillant (sic) light of alkaline
Is merely lacking iodine?

And here the tale must duly end
His script has sent “ME” ‘round the bend
Y’all have better things to do
Than watch “HIM” wallow in his poo