Who sits quietly in her chair,
     Pretending that she isn't there?
     Making us think she doesn't care?
     -- The Lurker.


     Who, just now, slowly scrolls,
     Past the poetry and prose,
     Thinking that no one knows?
     -- The Lurker.


     Who pauses just before she sends,
     Then quickly erases her comments,
     Sure no one would be her friend?
     -- The Lurker.


     Who chortles when our dear Scoo posts?
     Who thinks zzoo is just the most?
     Who, without RR would be lost?
     -- The Lurker.


     Whose brain in filled with plot devices?
     Quick dialogue that entices?
     Twists and turns and rolls of dices?
     -- The Lurker.


     Who has often thought of Lorraine's cry:
     "Lurkers, please come out to write!"
     But would rather curl up and die?
     -- The Lurker.


     Who just CAN'T pick up a pen,
     Sure no one would let her in?
     Afraid her dramas would make us grin?
     -- The Lurker.


     Who only needs a cheesy snack
     To get her brain back into whack
     Before her keyboard she attacks?
     -- The Lurker.


     Who would we glady welcome here?
     Who doesn't ever need to fear?
     Who's our little darling-dear?
     -- The Lurker.


     Who would we be most gentle to,
     And treat her kindly, since she's new
     'Cause we were all once there, too:
     -- The Lurker.