YeOldeYorick

"Next is the thing and next is the night, Next is the colour of a fowl-bulous sight, Fowls hide in feathers and drakes hide in scales! Scales of weight! Scales ...

As we near the eve of this sweet day of birth, I would like to applaud these dead dreams Woken from slumber, from days of dread wonder, as far back ...

Thou may thinkst me quackers, thou may thinkst me moony, But my write-in vote be for @LoonyMaroony

@Theclassifieduser I brand thee a cad, I brand thee a knave, Your invite I clearly and plainfully gave, But I have heard zilch! Noot, nothing, and naught! I wished to ...