When we go running about

Amidst jeers and shouts

We wonder what the fuss

Can be which is so unjust



And then it comes to light

There are TWO who have sight

And have chosen to so use

The Net to share their views



Only one has chosen poems

Which sometimes - do roam

And another has chosen prose

Which employs some of those



Words which'd be better omitted

For they are really not fitted

To this openness of vision

Which allows children admission



So I say we should censor self

For as adults, we should shelve

The leanings we have to abuse

Language which can be so loose



Remember there are young minds

Who can be hurt with the kinds

Of language one does so employ

As one speaks loosely without joy



Those who create sites so open

Should remember and put hope in

Their usage of words and ideas

Which could send away with tears



Young and impressionable minds so

Who have only just begun to show

Their appreciation of the wonder

Being connected - can put you under



- Tristram