User blog comment:Trellar/Wikia Poetry Contest/@comment-4705324-20130319164751

There once was a man called Bob, Who saw Wikia as a job. He was not paid, Nor did he fade, For he saw no reason to sob.

Wikia was his passion, It never grew out of fashion. He would edit hourly, Though not very flowery. He never had a Wikia ration.

The Staff were amazing, As his body was aging. He was a Wikia chappy, Who died very happy.