Happy Birthday, Dear Leader!

A birthday sonnet to M. Edwards C., founder of the Mad Vortex, in the style of Shakespeare:

One night in April Two Thousand and Six
Whilst we were howling much 'bout Cooking Joy
M. Edwards C. threw something in the mix
And hence we've been beholden to his ploy.
For two years it's amused the common man,
With pictures rarely seen upon the 'Net.
It sure as hell beats working for The Man,
'Though none of us have made a penny yet.
"Soon a hit," M. C. suspects.
Let's all Avoid The Mad Vortex.

Happy 29th!
love,
Celia Pleete