RealGM

Oh glorious bringers of pomp and gaiety!
With a queer and striking wit from above,
Blessed with the ability to ban me.
All it takes is one little shove.

You grant such power undeserved,
And bequeath a facile glamour.
However did you grow so large?

Your master often unnerves,
With the subtlety of a sledgehammer.
There must surely be a discharge.

Brown noser.

An immaculate resurrection,
The good struck down but nigh re-risen.
Done in by personal predilection,
But yet the Heavens resist the treason.

From ego and entitlement spring,
An act both cruel and wrong,
As is your people's odious want.

To treat the righteous as plaything,
But now, sir, feel you quite as strong,
When he returns to haunt?

Alert the fellows who weep and wallow,
Let them string me up, deny me water.
For those who complain spit, never swallow
But I, who jests, am led as a lamb, to slaughter.

But bemoan me not as I'm tossed in flame.
The others, the pure, understand my respite;
They award me my prize for my vanquishing my foe!

Of he who ends arguments, of fan of war fame.
Of he who claims intelligence but in the end is not bright,
He posts as an amateur. But he gobbles like a pro.

A response foaled from horse's ass,
The last redoubt of any rogue.
A sinister play, the roles miscast,
Told in a quite malicious brogue.

But failings in the words you sneer,
Send postage paid, back to the sender
Your words designed to cut and slice.

As in your haste you falter here,
A question of the verse you render:
The **** is with the comma splices?

Oh we've "oded" to Bk's Balls quite a few times on "Mods Night Out".

--Mags