The Song of Cumbre

[1]
Thine logs read liketh the song of the nightengale, as expressed by Dave of Valko. Praythee, please reporteth thine language heard though, for we may all be enlightened.

[2]
If thy wishes to remove thyself from the tribe of Cumbre, praythee useth the web site and lasheth out not for all to read.

[3]
Learn to turneth off thine html, lest the bulletin be befilled with Babelishments.

[4]
Reporteth not Radio Nacional Sahuari every fornicating day, lest the faithful tireth of thine offerings.

[5]
Bloweth not thine own horn, for we care not what local FM doeth in India or Australia. Thine heart beith in the right place, but stoweth it.

[6]
Offer up not thine long and medium undulations, for we care only for thine shorts.

[7]
Do unto der Hans as it has been written, lest the rath come down upon thee.