The last post is the WINNER!

[Revoltingest]

We shouldn't exclude any slacker
who fails to rhyme with the pack or
cannot keep the pace,
thereby losing face
cuz "blandie's" a Saltine type cracker.

 

[Vinayaka]

Such compassion you're showing,
Must be seeds I've been sewing,
Have you come around,
To this polite town,
Where nobody hates where you're going?

 

[Revoltingest]

Ya think that I'm show'n compassion?
Well, I ought'a give ya the lash, son!
I'm gruff & I'm mean
like you've ne'er seen.
Insulting's me thing...here's yer ration!

 

[Vinayaka]

Shucks darn I knew I was mistaken,
Lack of compassion comes from the bacon,
To err is human,
For you too, Man,
So from here on, no more fakin'!

 

[Brickjectivity]

somebody is trying to kill this thread
Its me. Better run!

 

[Vinayaka]

And whom might that invader somebody be?
Hark. It's that rabblerouser, Brickjectivity.
Where did he run to?
Me guess is he's done, too.
Which leaves only me for the winning activity.

 

[sun rise]

Someone's posts are like a dropped brick.
They should be spiffed up and that quick.
Here the shtick
is a big kick.
Or soon develop rep as back woods hick.

 

[Vinayaka]

There once was a poster named Sunrise,
Who liked scotches, bourbons, and ryes,
Who soon left the thread,
Thought it was dead,
Leaving someone else to the win, I surmise.

 

[Brickjectivity]

if you could see me posting
you would know that your are roasting
when I toast you
and your turn's through
then my words break through your boasting

 

[sun rise]

There once was a poster named Sunrise,
Who liked scotches, bourbons, and ryes,
Who soon left the thread,
Thought it was dead,
Leaving someone else to the win, I surmise.

I know it is hard for you to believe
but a life outside of here I achieve.
I do come and go
moving to and fro.
But I am here again the win to retrieve.

 

[Vinayaka]

We each live away from the net,
That's of more interest, you bet!
Far more to explore,
Away from this door,
But if you're a loser, don't fret.

 

[Brickjectivity]

he knows what he's doing
his floor needs no truing
hands on trophy
paying no fee
sitting coffee brewing

 

[Revoltingest]

A glorious autumnal morning
for internet surfing & porning!
So, once again
I'm here to win.
Ya losers can now begin mourning!

 

[Vinayaka]

I figured you went for a stroll,
And winning was no longer your goal,
But alas you returned,
Again to get burned,
And see me at the top of the knoll.

 

[sun rise]

I'm off to the doctor of eyes
to still more clearly see my prize
the rest of you
the losing few
do sit locked here uttering sighs.

 

[Vinayaka]

My doctor of eyes was so blind,
My pupils he found hard to find,
I did not ever trust him,
And verily cussed him,
"Cause he looked at my feet," I opined.

 

[Wu Wei]

page has change again
what the hell is going on
cut it out, stop it

 

[Vinayaka]

Hey, this page changes when you post,
That's the way you lose the most
It's not a trick,
But a limerick,
And here I go for the winning coast.

 

[Revoltingest]

My doctor of eyes was so blind,
My pupils he found hard to find,
I did not ever trust him,
And verily cussed him,
"Cause he looked at my feet," I opined.

You should call your doc "opthamologist"
To name them by body parts gets'm pi***d.
This is because
if everyone does,
we wouldn't have any proctologists.

 

[Vinayaka]

You can't trust a doctor, who pushes the pills,
There are so many brands, most not for your ills,
They just want the money,
To me that ain't funny,
You get more from Jack Daniels, he kills.