He Is Poemhunter's Favourite Son Poem by Francis Duggan

He is Poemhunter's favourite son
And he feels he's God's own chosen one
In P H's forums every day
He surely does love to have his say.

He does not like the poets at Poetfreak
He calls them things far worse than weak
His wishes they do not obey
From P H some of them did stray.

Yet it does not come as a surprise
That at the P H forum some look up to him as wise
To them his is an enlightened mind
Amongst humanity you'll find every kind.

Some of Poemhunter's best to him refused to bow
Their loyalty rest with Poetfreak now
On them a bitter satire he did write
Some of his words come with a nasty bite.

For successfully wooing some of Poemhunter's best
The Poetfreak Webmaster he detest
And by his bitter words not hard to tell
That all with Poemhunter's favourite son of late not well.

The young boy deprived of some of his toys
Naturally complains as do most boys
Just like Poemhunter's favourite son
Who moans about wrongs to him done.