The last post is the WINNER!

[Brickjectivity]

He won't be back you understand
he never forgave my grandstand
all the times I've proved him wrong
have made him stubborn and strong
think of leather that is brain tanned

 

[Vinayaka]

Objectivity, subjectivity, they make sense,
But Brickjectivity is beyond the sanity fence,
Just don't be lazy,
Speakin' so crazy,
And keep to yourself your two cents.

 

[Revoltingest]

Hair Munce does eh pearl flamed feenus.
Bay Charlotte dove pay indifferent zeenus.
Pith lonely bun aloof
Doe siss don't woe goof
peel seep butt knee pant moo tweebeen puss.

 

[Brickjectivity]

Objectivity, subjectivity, they make sense,
But Brickjectivity is beyond the sanity fence,
Just don't be lazy,
Speakin' so crazy,
And keep to yourself your two cents.

no one argues with a brick
unless they're cemented thick
I congeal each point
in a mortar joint
and I can't think of a rhyme

 

[Vinayaka]

The mystique of a language in code,
A contemplative seed has he sowed,
To tough to deciper,
For only a lifer,
Could figure the words of some toad.

 

[sun rise]

Have we exhausted this form?
It's perhaps time to break the norm
my fair doggerel
could eat mackerel
while we continue to misinform.

 

[Revoltingest]

My doggerel's loaded with code.
I'd hoped when I drove down that road
that one of you guys
might see I crack wise,
and grok what I meant 'fore it snowed.

 

[Vinayaka]

Maybe you do, but I don't smell exhaust,
It's a pity, that perhaps you are lost,
Stay in the game,
Don't be so lame,
After all, it's sure beats being sauced.

 

[Vinayaka]

My doggerel's loaded with code.
I'd hoped when I drove down that road
that one of you guys
might see I crack wise,
and grok what I meant 'fore it snowed.

That doggerel code was too tough,
Most of us just had enough,
We tired of thinking,
That you had been drinking,
And continued to write some more guff.

 

[Revoltingest]

Me drinking is hardly to blame
for finding it too hard a game.
you must sound them out,
know what they're about,
and then you will rise above "lame".

 

[Brickjectivity]

all your coding is cotton
on my feet I have trodden
consuming this thread
thin sliced loaf of bread
and I smell something rotten

 

[Brickjectivity]

That doggerel code was too tough,
Most of us just had enough,
We tired of thinking,
That you had been drinking,
And continued to write some more guff.

speaking for all art people
I grasp each participle
part of speech and rhyme
poems ten for a dime
and all is compostible

 

[sun rise]

My post woke sleeping dragons
who cast away empty flagons
to spew forth here
eschewing their beer
instead trying to be poetic paragons.

 

[Vinayaka]

Don't forget the gist of this joint,
That winning is completely the point,
It's not code,
As some sewed,
And thus I'm a winner, you oin't.

 

[Revoltingest]

Winning is spiffy, but do it with style.
Needn't be graceless as Gomer von Pyle.
So see that you're dressed
in only your best
island attire & sporting a smile!

 

[Vinayaka]

Who is that lout with the 'stache?
My goodness, he looks like some trash!
He's not my hero,
I give him a zero,
Then grab my first prize and dash.

 

[Brickjectivity]

ever seen quiggly down under?
about an australian blunder
he's like a cop
with his own flop
like Jesse Stone with a gun der

 

[Vinayaka]

Into the contest Brick crept,
All proud and dancing, except
His head was spinning,
Another was winning,
And off with the trophy V leapt.

 

[sun rise]

None of you appear to be here
quoth my tame antlered dear.
I'm punchy now tis very true
but you're painted sadly blue.
I'm the punniest winner I jeer.

 

[sun rise]

I compose this small twiddle
while you play second fiddle
It's time to abide
in your losing tide.
So run off and piddle.