fuck u goofThere once was a group of young fight fans and bros,
Who hated Canucks
(Except Snacks&Hoez)
A rowdy young group,
They once all got duped,
When one young Canuck
Filled an OP with poop.
They all gave him (You)s
When he started a ruse,
And they all bitched and whined
When his posts had no news.
"A couple posts early!"
Cried Yankees, so surly.
"My OP template always must be re-used!"
Down to the South worked a grunt on the docks,
Who believed that this genius,
He'd surely outfox.
He'd post his TV,
And then there would be,
An applause as his internet friends
All agreed.
This seemed very odd
To the sly young Canuck.
Why would one post a pic
of a TV that sucks?
His intrigue, uncommitted,
His point was transmitted,
That the dock workers brain
Was, clearly, dim witted.
The response was an outcry of butthurt and tears.
A shitposting spree that, to some,
Lasted years.
He'd form an attack,
Gather friends, in a pack,
And begin to post pics of a man,
Who was black.
The Canuck then did chuckle,
At all the hubbub.
He cracked all his knuckles,
And hopped in the tub.
He'd write all these goofs,
Poetry on that night,
With a picture, as proof,
That his skin was quite white!
The dock worker reeled in shock, then.
"I'm BTFO'd!", he'd shouted, "AGAIN!"
His claim was addressed,
And his brain was depressed,
But his focus remained,
Quite the same.
(Still obsessed.)
The tears then began
Like the rain in a flood.
His soul filled with pain,
When he'd just been a stud.
But his stupid brain showed:
With your thought process slowed,
You get BTFO'd
By lmaobud.
