Once upon a midnight boring, while we waited, sleeping, snoring,

Chatting about **** no-one cares for

While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a yapping,

And the sound of E-**** slapping—and followed by a devious roar.

“It’s a catfight,” this I muttered, “calling out and names for sure—

Only this and nothing more.”

But, to all but my surprise, I would see before my eyes

Yapping and slapping and filthy lies bringing the thread down to ground floor

Eagerly I wished the morrow;—this’d go on long, this quarrel

Until one would rest on laurels—laurels of a beaten bore

Whippersnap troll versus mammary glands McGee, their little fight causing so much glee

In the annals forevermore.

So the fight would drawn on end, bringing down no foe, no friend

Her wordily telling of him getting bent, and him calling her a fat whore

I grabbed some nachos, grabbed some beer, knowing neither would leave here

Until the break of morning near, and certainly leaving me no fear

That Descalier or Poster each, in fat-**** calls and horrid screech

Would hate forevermore.

While she deplores his simple words, he ridicules her strenuous girth

Giving us all much-needed mirth, and so to you both I implore:

Continue with this silly game, you fabulous persons certainly live up to name

of Troll and Emo Camwhore shame (it’s funny as it’s lame)

On ‘lolfabulous person’! On ‘cutwrist’! On ‘peasant’! On ‘hambeast’!

Ne’er stopping, nevermore.