The Day of the Quote Wars

IN HONOR OF THE MAN WHO STARTED IT ALL My Friend John The Day (of the Quote Wars) The Day was gray with wisps of smoke, like fog upon the ground The carnage lied in heaps piled high, void of any sound A single figure stood that day, solemn in the field, The enemy fought bravely, but found they had to yield They fired fast a volley, then, tried to hold their line And each one to the very last, Defeat was all they'll find They came with much munitions, taken from their shelves Armed with acquisitions, building libraries for themselves With words upon their lips and volumes in their hands They started posting Quotes, that's when the War began It was on a summer’s day, that the voices came to battle We heard the slamming of huge volumes and the pages start to rattle There was Emerson and Keats, Will Rogers and Mark twain Neither knew defeat, nor could have felt the pain Quotes were launched at him, design to cut him down But Sebastian fired back with something more profound They quoted every author, from eloquent to sublime But The Quotes that Sebastian used, were so much more refined They thought to quote from Philosophy, Theology and Science They quoted away, most the day, while Sebastian stood defiant. When the fiery missiles stopped, one man stood firm and smiled Sebastian Fate had Won,”The Day” by quoting Oscar Wilde