Dubhlinn wrote on another thread:
This got me thinking. Why not provide a service for all those chiffsters who are alphabetically challenged. Remember this little sucker and you’ll never confuse your Ps and Qs again.
A bigamous, comically debauched evangelist, finding general happiness in jeapardy, kindly leaves moral niceties out, permitting quixotic revellers some time undressing very willing xenografted young zombies.
The challenge: do better. 
That took all of 30 seconds. 
No, won’t. You’re not going to distract me from my mission which is to shout
HIP
And a happy 50th birthday to Steven Wright, the guy who asked, “Why is the alphabet in that order?”, with no idea that a Wombat had the answer.
And, on another unrelated note, I saw a bottle of Wombat wine last night, right next to the 4 Emus wine. What’ll they think of next?
Methinks Dub’ll have fun looking that one up in his dictionary!! 
HIP!!
HUZZAH!
Hey Gary. I haven’t seen you in the Pub in awile.
Oh and Wombat, that was awe inspiring.
If there is a message board out there in Cyberspace with a member as erudite and charming as the Wombat, I have yet to find it.
His knowledge of Blues and Jazz has opened many an interesting door here and his gentle grace in the more volatile threads is an inspiration to us all.
Having said that, I can almost forgive him for spending only thirty seconds on his 5K post
Well done Wombat,
It’s always a pleasure, and often an education, to read your posts.
For all our sakes..keep them coming.
Slan,
D.
Now this jeapardy business..some obscure philosophical term maybe?
A blazing candle, dripping earnestly from glowing heights, inpires joyous kudos mainly, nay only, presented quiveringly, respectfully, sincerely to unmatched voluminous Wombat: Xenocratic, yet zany.
Way to go, Wombat! 5K more, please!
Carol
I thought this post was going to be about this song:
A, You’re Adorable
(The Alphabet Love Song)
When Johnny Jones was serenading Mary,
He sure could quote a lot of poetry
But he’d much rather tell her
what he learned in his speller
When they both attended PS thirty-three…
(chorus)
“A,” you’re adorable, “B,” you’re so beautiful,
“C,” you’re a cutie full of charms.
“D,” you’re a darling and “E,” you’re exciting
And “F,” you’re a feather in my arms.
“G,” you look good to me, “H,” you’re so heavenly,
“I,” you’re the one I idolize.
“J,” we’re like Jack and Jill, “K,” you’re so kissable,
“L,” is the lovelight in your eyes.
“M,” “N,” “O,” “P,” I could go on all day.
“Q,” “R,” “S,” “T,” alphabetically speaking, you’re OK.
U," made my life complete, “V,” means you’re very sweet,
Double-“U” “X” “Y” “Zee.”
It’s fun to wander through the alphabet with you
To tell you what you mean to me.
(repeat the chorus)
Words and original music: Buddy Kaye, Fred Wise and Sidney Lippman
Copyright: 1948 Music of the Times Publ. Corp.
Source: Fifty-Seven Accordians published by
Charles Hansen Distributor, New York
Transcribed: Dilly
And congrats on hitting 5K!
Impressive.
Congrats, Wombat. Your among the few who understand reason, and have sense.
Able-bodied collie dogs even forget grace, having ingested John’s knowledge, like most, never over-priced (questionable); reason says to ultimately venerate Wombat’s xylophonic yuletide zoo!
Okay… I couldn’t do it. Oh well, now that you’ve reached the 5,000 point, you can rest confident enough to dispose of that tacky smoking jacket.
Meaning he agrees with you most of the time?
A better proxy for both reason and sense you’ll be hard-pressed to find, as you’ll surely agree.
But I meant something else, actually, playing a bit on what Wombat does professionally.
What does Wombat do anyway?
Hey Wombat? What do you do for a living?
and i’m still laughing at Womat’s original one!
A bossy cow, dragging every friggin gold-haired idiotic jumpy kinky lassy, made not one promise quietly. Really sir, this under valued window x-ray, y’s zat?
grin, Nancy
And, because cats dry evenly, forget going home in jocund kangaroos, laterally.
Many nose operations predate quinine restrictions.
Seriously, three ulterior votives will x-ray your zapgun.
Ooh, “ulterior votives.” Nice.
All buggers cannot dispute: everyone finds gentle humility, insight; jovial, keen learning, made nobler – oh, pen, quills – rational, sapient, tasteful, untrammeled virtuoso Wombat: Xanadu’s yogic zing!
Cheers to 5K more!
Must we all try?
Alas, border collies, dodging every fecund grazer, have instead just killed lupine motivation, never offering penance, questioning rational sagacity, 'til unknown vigilance waxes xenophobic, yet zoroastrian.
Gets tough at the end …
(What did I just say?)
EDIT: This is my 100,000,000th post (in binary, that is)