'Twas brillig in the...oh never mind ^_-

I did call, but none save two did answer.  Is it the end of our merry
band?  Shall the memory of the Taskmasters fade into the mists of
time? (Mouse finds a tree near the edge of the wood wherein the
FFML denizens quietly lurk and nails a sign)  "Anyone who doth wish to
join the merry band of Taskmasters contact the Mouse! Anyone who 
doth wish a sharp and witty reminder of languishing stories please 
do likewise!" (Below there is a faded scrawl...)

Of us, three remain true
And we must o'ersee
The darkened wood venue
And wide windswept prarie.

The challenge is quite plain
'Tis our duty and solemn task
We cannot but remain
To prod those few who ask.

Yes! We cannot reign
With cruelty and scorn
O'er the fanfic plain
Where many tales are born.

Tales of joy and splendour!
Tales of wind and woe
Stories to long remember
>From ages long ago.

We cannot but amuse
For humour is our ploy
To remind and to review
Forgotten tales of yore.

Hark! We call and sound
The trumpet blast on high!
Join us, gather round
The prodders are come nigh!

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~ Squeek!  Pass the cheese...        ~
~ The few, the proud, the DBTFH! ^_^ ~
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