At 7.004

Written in response to the annual complaints about CQ WW SSB operators violating the CW exclusive band segment on 40 metres. Based on Francis Thompson's cricket poem, At Lord's, which may be viewed at http://www.cutanddried.com/etexts/At_Lord's.

It is little that I work in the contests of the sideband folk,
Though my own morse sub-bands overflow.
It is little that I work in the contests of the sideband folk,
Though I'll find no other QSO.
For the band is full of noise as I near the lower edge,
And the rasping "CQ Contest"s split my brain just like a wedge.
I'll not work phone this weekend, for I've taken a firm pledge.
As the mult stealers flicker to and fro (to and fro),
Oh my regen and my spark gap long ago!

It's Zone 8 Multi-Ops to the bottom of the band,
Though my own QRP sig there may moan.
It's Ukraine kilowatts spreading RF through the land
Making QRP morse code ops ceaseless groan,
And with tear bedimmed eyes, I tune the bandspread dial,
Searching for a contact, through the splatter, oh so vile,
And mixed in with my tears, I begin to bring up bile.
Oh baccy tin TX, where shall we go?


10 November 2005