The arena, they enter, with courage bold
Where Eyeson antagonists of old
Did engage in banter most uncivil
Though seen by most as pointless drivel
Where Future Esthar, one never dreary
Would propose another half-baked theory
Logic irrelevant, against this loco
Though it was tried by Goldenboko
They'd back and forth for many pages
Though no-one cared, they'd bump for ages
And who'd forget such rivals grave
As Del Murder and one ff babe?
'I H8 U' was her opening bound
Yet soon banned she was, so old Murd was crowned
Kathryn, The Redneck, Cloud No. 9
All villains of surely no benign
At this place would they do battle
And it was truly no mere tittle-tattle
But wait! What's this, you say you've found?
In the corner and on the ground?
With hands still gripping each other's collars
The corpses of two rival scholars
How long they've laid there, it can't be known
Yet for Eyeson hate, they take the throne
For, my friend, you've stumbled across
The undisputed kings of dross
For lying there, bereft of shame
You've found Joel and one MecaKane.