The last post is the WINNER!

[Wu Wei]

You foul smelling freebooter
you flatulence shooter
You're terribly repulsive
you make regurgitation compulsive

 

[Vinayaka]

McGonegall, a cousin to McGelligot,
Together they did think a lot,
Loads about fishes,
And nonsensible wishes,
And every day a lot they fought.

 

[Wu Wei]

Well I got nothing
I can think of no rhyme
Now I'm just bluffing
I've lost it big time

 

[Revoltingest]

Well I got nothing
I can think of no rhyme
Now I'm just bluffing
I've lost it big time

While lacking in some flexibility,
a limerick has great utility.
With form so constrained
opportunity's gained
to show off your verbal agility.

 

[sun rise]

To not rhyme, & do it well is even harder.
Consider me ode to Bill McGonegall, the worst poet in history.
(It's very tough to do intentionally what he does naturally.)

I'll read you some poetry that's both pompous & abominable,
which will cause you much pain, both aesthetic & abdominal,
with meter inconsistent
& rhymes barely approximate
in tribute to a poet born in Dundee Scotland in 1825 or 1830 named William Topaz McGonagall.

It took me a while to write something of which I'm so profoundly ashamed.

That poetic attempt should begone
It's not as bad as the kilted Vogon.
Such smelly poetic spew
Comes from bad brew.
My win needless to say is foregone.

 

[Revoltingest]

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[Vinayaka]

Winning is for the winner,
Not for sinner or beginner,
Cuz I'm number one,
It's to home that I run,
To celebrate with my dinner.

 

[Wu Wei]

I'm done
I'm spent
It's over
I went

 

[Revoltingest]

A wonderful tool is the shovel.
It brings greater joy than your love'll.
With my trusty spade
I dig & I grade,
& bring home the win to my hovel.

 

[Vinayaka]

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Now this is just lazy, :no:
Substantially crazy,
No bacon for you!
Ya miserable gnu!

Get with the program.

 

[sun rise]

Now this is just lazy, :no:
Substantially crazy,
No bacon for you!
Ya miserable gnu!

Get with the program.

Your retort missed the mark.
It contained little poetic spark.
Losers two
Feel blue
My win is utterly stark.

 

[Revoltingest]

That Sunrise has gigantic drawers!
And when he gets down on all fours
Me krovy boils.
I rubs on oils.
But winning's what comes from me pores!

 

[sun rise]

That Revolt celebrates his ignorance.
It's his way to buy some insurance.
My blazing sun
insures I've won.
No matter his attempts at malfeasance.

 

[Revoltingest]

That Revolt celebrates his ignorance.
It's his way to buy some insurance.
My blazing sun
insures I've won.
No matter his attempts at malfeasance.

What an inelegant boor!
Using the wrong word, "insure"!
That's such a sin
you lost your win.
Cromulent folk say "ensure".

 

[sun rise]

What an inelegant boor!
Using the wrong word, "insure"!
That's such a sin
you lost your win.
Cromulent folk say "ensure".

My fingers typed a mental slip.
So I offer you a smelly tulip.
Be so kind
and refined
to acknowledge my fine winning trip.

 

[Vinayaka]

A paddle a puddle, a squirt,
Old Willy was trying to flirt,
And not all that bad,
Fer a mad Sottish lad,
But did he know what to insert?

 

[Wu Wei]

I’m back so just go away
I’m here and here to stay
just say goodbye
And don’t even try
Admitted you lost on this day

 

[sun rise]

Someone acts like a bear
but we know he's a hare.
Sun shines
He pines.
My win is a broad thoroughfare.

 

[Vinayaka]

There once was a person named 'rise,
Who stood against all of his size,
But winning he couldn't,
And whining he shouldn't,
He was beaten by one of those guys.

 

[Revoltingest]

Vinny has sure gotten better!
Prior to this was a fetter
on his rhyming skill.
But now he can kill.
Should he be kept on a tether?