The last post is the WINNER!

[Vinayaka]

Limericks, so difficult to make,
That guy Revolt, he takes the cake
I can't compete
Without defeat
So I'll depart, for Petey's sake.

 

[Brickjectivity]

So...I'm not sure how many posts I need to do for Brick before my debt is paid off. I'm thinking this one should cover it...

Brickjectivity's debating skills are like a fat man in the desert. DAMN hot.
(I was gonna go with Scarlett Johansson in a sauna, but I find that distracting to think about and end up forgetti

I have lewis in my pocket. Its only a matter of time before I have everyone else in my debt, and then the thread is mine.

Limericks, so difficult to make,
That guy Revolt, he takes the cake
I can't compete
Without defeat
So I'll depart, for Petey's sake.

Two down.

 

[4consideration]

To rhyme this much can be quite daunting.
It's why so many are found wanting.
So you should aim
to up your game,
lest you suffer further taunting.

When better I am, there'll be rhymes galore.
For now, I shall win, and your mother's a...really nice person.

 

[Revoltingest]

Limericks, so difficult to make,
That guy Revolt, he takes the cake
I can't compete
Without defeat
So I'll depart, for Petey's sake.

Don't give up so quickly now.
It's easy & it's quite low brow.
Try again
And you'll then
find limericks a snap & how!

 

[Vinayaka]

Just for you, I'll take a shot,
For rhyming words there are a lot,
So many work,
And if you lurk,
Hints will come, or maybe not.

 

[Revoltingest]

When better I am, there'll be rhymes galore.
For now, I shall win, and your mother's a...really nice person.

It's sad to hear you're feeling ill.
So we can wait around until
you're on your feet.
And then I'll beat
you in a game of rhyming skill.

 

[Vinayaka]

Revolt creates so much hot vapour,
That Scot in kilt, the gnarled landscaper,
To spout his humour,
So goes the rumour
Just thank God he's not your neighpour

 

[Vinayaka]

4con, you're ill, forget your pill?
Don't worry lass, we'll man the hill!
"Alas!" you say,
"You make my day,
For rhymes this bad, I'd almost kill."

 

[lewisnotmiller]

There was a young man from Melbourne,
Who struggled to rhyme at all,
So he posted this rubbish,
And went to no effort,
And claimed the win on behalf of Brickjectivity.

Ahem...

 

[Revoltingest]

Revolt creates so much hot vapour,
That Scot in kilt, the gnarled landscaper,
To spout his humour,
So goes the rumour
Just thank God he's not your neighpour

Your ignorance I can forgive.
Don't carp about where I now live.
You'll bear in mind
I'm cute & kind.
And you should see plants that I give!

 

[Willamena]

...Baby, I know
the last post is the winner

(will always win because this song never ends)

 

[Vinayaka]

Your ignorance I can forgive.
Don't carp about where I now live.
You'll bear in mind
I'm cute & kind.
And you should see the plants I give!

Yore so kind, a gift of plants!
Makes me think, "Give another chance,"
But don't be cocky,
It could get rocky,
Usin' that old kilt as yore pants.

 

[Revoltingest]

Yore so kind, a gift of plants!
Makes me think, "Give another chance,"
But don't be cocky,
It could get rocky,
Usin' that old kilt as yore pants.

Now, dontcha be mock'n me kilt!
It works with da way that I'm built.
The way that I feed
tis room that I need.
And plaid hides the food that I spillt.

 

[Revoltingest]

There was a young man from Melbourne,
Who struggled to rhyme at all,
So he posted this rubbish,
And went to no effort,
And claimed the win on behalf of Brickjectivity.

Lewis simply cannot bear
sanitary underwear.
If he poses,
hold your noses.
Caution! Noxious derriere!

 

[sun rise]

I summoned a monster no doubt
in this thread to shamble about.
If food it begs
protect your legs
Or upon your fate you will pout.

 

[lewisnotmiller]

It seems Rev is calling me out,
Though he seems too polite to shout,
Is it rude of me to mention,
He's old enough for the pension,
Or is that the act of a tout?

 

[Vinayaka]

Hey you old man in a kilt
Yore not very handsomely built
But us others do lie,
Cause we all know you'll cry
And we'll all be riddled with guilt.

 

[Revoltingest]

It seems Rev is calling me out,
Though he seems too polite to shout,
Is it rude of me to mention,
He's old enough for the pension,
Or is that the act of a tout?

Oh, please will you cease all this bawling
about my poetic work calling
you out as quite smelly
down there 'neath your belly.
Now, let's see some rhymes less appalling.

 

[Vinayaka]

Poor Lewis, that simple young bloke,
He became the brunt of a joke,
Cause Rev he did tell,
Of one gawdawful smell
That needed a vinegar soak.

 

[sun rise]

I must do something useful
while you all have a snoot full.
Earn great merit
or squawk like a parrot.
Or sew a kilt with smelly wool.