For Fegger…
Time and again I have found those clients I find most abrasive at first
are the ones I end up celebrating the most-
Such was the case with a certain fellow, an online writer, named Fegger.
 
 
Whilst in the Forum I did explore
Grinch-like comments I was led to deplore.
 
Who is this Fegger, said I, to myself
He sure is a mean-spirited, droll sort of elf.
 
But he has my curiosity peaked none the less
For his language is that of a scholar in jest.
 
Hidden behind this abrasive disguise
Might I find a rare, cut diamond inside?
 
Then the poetry, it started to show
And more intrigued with this fellow I grow.
 
Aha!  I was right, this Grinch–an imposter
Because behind that crooked smirk is a Master.
 
And yet under the words, a heart as big as Whooville
He drags on his sleigh– gifts to us in newville.
 
He shares his poetry with me, you see
And helps me to be the best me I can be.
 
So, I look forward to knowing him better
A great friend, I think, I am forming with Fegger.