Ghosty, ghosty, where is posty?
Show us progress hot and toasty.
When became so hard to type?
Loan shark broke your hands with pipe?
Tiger ate your fingers off,
Spat out bones with burp and cough?
Any less is no excuse;
Give to us your posts profuse.

Writey, writey, once so mighty, 
Now you're acting awful flighty.
Profile says "1 hour ago"
But are you posting? Heavens, no—
Not in [i]our[/i] poor thread, at least—
Ditched by ghosties. Now deceased.
Lo, once where storytime did thrive,
Pointless now to tap F5.

Chalky, balky, empty talky, 
No more bullshit: write, or walky!
Heard enough—need no more reasons
Why your posts take whole damn seasons. 
Life is busy? Go, then—go!
Let our thread without you flow!
Elsewise we don't want your griping:
Ghosties sit and GET TO TYPING.