There was this uber poem writer wot played DAOC
Was used to frequenting Freddys to an inffffinite degree
The board was like a social talking spot amongst the weirdest of folk
Where our uber poem writer could go for a damn good joke
But the uber poem writer needed to show he played the game
Well there had come a time when everything had looked the same
And the uber poem writer had decided to call it a day
Which meant his postings were not legitimate - an affray
So where does the uber poem writer go to talk about this and that
Not Freddys no more cos he will only be looked on as being a t***
Any ideas youse Thidians about the predicament he finds himself in?
Are the brain cells functioning enough to help save his skin?
Well?
Shit my poems are soooo good eh?
Was used to frequenting Freddys to an inffffinite degree
The board was like a social talking spot amongst the weirdest of folk
Where our uber poem writer could go for a damn good joke
But the uber poem writer needed to show he played the game
Well there had come a time when everything had looked the same
And the uber poem writer had decided to call it a day
Which meant his postings were not legitimate - an affray
So where does the uber poem writer go to talk about this and that
Not Freddys no more cos he will only be looked on as being a t***
Any ideas youse Thidians about the predicament he finds himself in?
Are the brain cells functioning enough to help save his skin?
Well?
Shit my poems are soooo good eh?
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