[NicknamedBob]

ZOT! Because We Can!

It’s ZOT! Because we can! We said,
The bad fate troll and the Undead Thread.
It seemed a worthy thing to save,
We had such fun dancing on his grave!

What is this thread about? You ask.
It doesn’t have a single task.
We celebrate an expired troll,
The dying swan his finest role.

Why so ignominious a deed?
'Cause he exemplified the breed!
With ignorance coming out his ears,
Songs of woe, and crocodilian tears.

He said he posted for the Juws,
That we should walk within their shoes.
He only proved he couldn’t spell.
We sent his shriveled soul to ... well...

We have no orthographic test,
On spelling bees, we’re not the best,
But trolls have brains much like a bird's,
You’ll know their sign -- you must guess the words.

He was a Phantirathic slave,
We zotted fast and paved his grave.
We danced and partied, sang and strolled,
Upon the asphalt we had rolled.

It was a moment so sublime,
We didn’t leave when it grew time.
We held a dialogue of sorts,
We talked of weather, and of sports.

We spoke of what we’d like to see,
If someone used this property.
At last the thought occurred to some,
To build a Mansion on this slum!

A castle rose into the heights,
Where once we gave a troll last rites.
A moat protected those inside,
And trinkets made from jj’s hide.

We partied long into the night,
And still went on when it grew bright.
We couldn’t seem to take a hint,
The property owner seemed absent.

I guess we owned it all together,
It brought us shelter from the weather,
And gave a focus for our thought,
What irony a troll had wrought!

We built and tunneled more and more,
Eventually, we found the floor,
A limit to our building boom,
That hinted at impending Doom!

Sixty-five thousand five thirty-five,
But until then we’ll surely thrive.
No one will note who says the most,
What counts is who will get Last Post!

Last Post! The last of its breed!
Up until then, we’ll pay no heed,
Except to note the coming Dread,
Of no more posts to the Undead Thread.

NicknamedBob . . . . . December 8, 2004

[tuliptree76]

*appplauds*

I like it. :-)

[Tax-chick]

Wonderful, Bob! I hope you'll contribute some felicitously rhymed works about Juws in the 60,000's.

[tiamat]

VERY nice!

Now you realize, that you'll have to do a SECOND poem when we get to UT2?

I'm going to bed people.

i'm falling asleep.

Good night!

[Dead Corpse]

Bravo. Very good indeed...

[international american]

That was hot dam great!! I am hittin the hay with "Outlandish"

[JustAmy]

LOL

Bravo!! Thanks for the funny poem.

[Conspiracy Guy]

ewe shur used some fancy words in there ; )

[sionnsar]

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[Irish_Thatcherite]

Great poem, Bob.
JJ - heres a poem I wrote after Operation Iraqi Freedom - you might like because it mentions Israel (you being Juwish, and all)

What About Your Whataboutery
By Irish_Thatcherite, Summer 2003

Ahem... (clearing throat)

We know the West's not Perfect
We know Democracy has it's Flaws
To many Voices trying to Effect
Useless Politicians making Useless Laws

But in Iraq, They had no Voice
Murder, Genocide and Torture
The Iraqi People had no Choice
The Liberals say it's The Culture

But your Whataboutery points the Finger
At Britain, America and Israel
Hating Them - It must Linger
Your Hating Them, Your Holy Grail

And your Pacifism let's Tyrants of the Hook
All it is, is your Self-Flattery
Robert Fisk, Clare Short and Robin Cook
So... What About Your Whataboutery

[Tax-chick]

Here's the poem!

[international american]

He was a Phantirathic slave,
We zotted fast and paved his grave.
We danced and partied, sang and strolled,
Upon the asphalt we had rolled.

ROTFLMAO!!