Recap
Recap...
Is not all that you did
You put the poem to a stop
But I pried off the lid!
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Recap
Recap...
Is not all that you did
You put the poem to a stop
But I pried off the lid!
I wasn't
I wasn't...
The one who let this thread burn
I was waiting to post
It just wasn't my turn.
Yeah well
Yeah well...
Though it's burnt aplenty
We can keep apostin
Way past page atwenty!
I think
I think...
That's a good plan
To post in this thread
Until we get the ban.
Hey there
Hey there...
Don't give them ideas
Of stopping all our posting
Though it smite our peers!
And now
And now...
It's about time
That the Great Nicky
Has forked up on a rhyme!
I wonder...
I wonder...
why are you obsessed
with propagating this facade
and with every rhyme expressed
I wonder
I wonder...
Outside this poem odd
Why it is that your there sig's
Dedicated to a mod?
Vey odd
Vey odd...
Vey odd indeed
And more oddness in this poem
We surely do not need.
More oddness
More oddness...
Really isn't needed
Just as warnings from a few
Always go unheeded.
Those warnings
Those warnings...
Gave me great fear
But then minutes later
They went out the other ear.
Precious things
Precious things...
Found while one does wander
Like a pocket butterfly
And other things you squander
Squander
Squander...
We do that all the time
Squander our lives away
Left without a dime.
A waste
A waste...
A waste of such a life
But it could be not a thing else
When battered by such strife!
Wasting
Wasting...
Is something I know about
But what it takes to stop it
I have not figured out.