The Return of the Prodigal Website

Hey there, old friend.

We turned around and there you were no more,


Without a hint you might be going to go;


A sign, 'Gone Babel Fishing', on your door.


It gave us quite a nasty turn, you know

At first we pouted, slouched around and pined,


And jealously imagined your cavorting;


It's never pleasant, being left behind,


Like schoolkids when their friends discover courting.

But now you're back and, bless you, looking well,


A different sheen but basically the same;


The ring upon your finger now to tell


Of your betrothal and your change of name

This new partner of yours, they seem okay -


A bit less laissez-faire, a little straighter,


But solvent, steady, and still lets you play;


And are they good for you? We'll judge that later.

So now it's time for bunting and for cake


To drink strong drink and eat a meal that's hearty;


This is a wedding breakfast, not a wake -


Hand me a beer and let's get down and PARTY!

Welcome Back, h2g2.