The last post is the WINNER!

[Revoltingest]

Your "win", which is by wind supported
lacks karmic good which you've purported.
Tis no longer
for I'm stronger,
than northern chumps, with wins aborted.

 

[sun rise]

On Revoltingest's toilet I sat
to produce material for a chat
as for the smell
he may indeed tell
but I'm now ready for tit for tat.

 

[sun rise]

All you purported northern sorts
when from Canuk or Scottish ports
should in a cave hide
and for a time there abide
but do return so this game never aborts.

 

[sun rise]

It's computer software dragon slaying time.
So on faithful Rosinante I now climb
and level my lance
and forward do prance.
Standing on slain bugs is ever sublime.

 

[Brickjectivity]

plucking two lucky lutes
Sunrise wore wizard boots
breathing fire himself
breath mints from an elf
he struck the dragon's roots

 

[Vinayaka]

I know nothing about these dumb computers,
And I've never gone ogling at the local Hooters,
But this much I know,
To win is to glow,
So go drown your sorrow with some whiskey shooters.

 

[Brickjectivity]

ah, Hooters, that drainer of blood
making everyman Elmer Fudd
know this truth I shouldn't tell
hear the tale of poor Timmy's well!
whose money was lost there for good

 

[Vinayaka]

I know very little, but here's what I'm thinkin'
Yer not only losing, but you're also stinkin'
So I'm here for the win,
Run away with a grin,
Take the trophy for a drive with my Lincoln.

 

[Revoltingest]

Bedraggle luf teedling a fooster.
We snaggle the beetle lingoo stir.
Nah diddly sly
Up piddle we fly
your nardling da pooper sup stew sur!

 

[Vinayaka]

There is a man from Revoltingistan,
Who tries fixing toilets as best as he can,
His words make no sense,
Thats cuz he's dense,
Looking forward to better, my man.

 

[Revoltingest]

Ah seetire sumree pettive gooms.
Ta chanjurp it fillerz and bajooms.
Sputter fan slick
oh, juttle of mick
in wermfest der ayshun bazooms!

 

[Vinayaka]

Poor Willy he mustn't have eaten,
It seems that he thinks that he's beaten,
Poowilligy snop
Rejiggity flop
Fake words are really just cheat'in.

 

[Brickjectivity]

No, no. He only does that when.
He's happy cause he's filled his bin.
It is his own way.
Something is astray.
Recently or I don't know when.

 

[Vinayaka]

I don't understand. Which bin did he fill?
He used to be here but now we get nil.
I guess he's on break,
Gone fishin' at a lake.
His old engine sunk, but we will wait still.

 

[Brickjectivity]

his story is fail
like Jonah from the whale
he has to come back
he's tied to this shack
not allowed to bail

 

[Vinayaka]

I've given up on that slovenly guy,
His mischief ... not something I'd buy,
All that bacon,
All that fake'n
So you're next, if you'll give it a try!

 

[Brickjectivity]

Ok, then that's nice of you. You win!

 

[Vinayaka]

I came to take it back.

 

[Brickjectivity]

Revoltingest theory:
why he's gone so eerie
he's converted
atheist deserted
he's worshiping his Siri

 

[Vinayaka]

Making up rhymes is such a hassle,
Poor Willy was lost, all in a frassle,
When he does come back,
Just expect an attack,
But for now I'm still king of the castle.