After you, the most Elegant

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After you, the most Elegant

Post by Postmaster » 25 Apr 2025 08:12

Originally posted by Trollthroat

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|      M                      __ /   .-.  .\                 E         |
|       W       A            /  `\  /   \/  \                 E        |
|        A       H          |  _ \/   .==.==.         H                |
|         H                 | (   \  /____\__\         E        H      |
|        A         A         \ \      (_()(_()          H        E     |
|       H           H         \ \            '---._               E    |
|        A                     \                   \      H            |
|         H       A         /\ |`       (__)________/      E           |
|          A       H       /  \|     /\___/                 H          |
|         H               |    \     \||VV                             |
|        A           A    |     \     \|"""",                 H        |
|                     H   |      \     ______)                 E       |
|                         \       \  /`                         H      |
|                                  \(                                  |
|                                                                      |
|          I fear, noble Sanguineous, the point took a flight          |
|               Past your candelabra and into the night                |
|        What we need are folks scrubbing, not flinging in air         |
|              Less laundry _aired_, more laundry _care_               |
|                                                                      |
|            Dearest Deeptooth, bard of the brooding night             |
|            Your meter is steady, your morals quite tight             |
|                                                                      |
|      But if wisdom were wine, yours might still need to breathe      |
|         For beneath all that verse, lies a drama unsheathed          |
|                                                                      |
|           You speak of restraint, of hearts growing colder           |
|      While tossing your scrolls like a cape over your shoulder       |
|                                                                      |
|            Is it hate that you see, or a mirror too near?            |
|         One held by a realm that's grown deaf to your sneer?         |
|                                                                      |
|           You say silence would leave the Violent unchecked          |
|            Yet somehow it's you who's most often erect...            |
|           ...Upon your soapbox, I mean. Do try to reflect            |
|                                                                      |
|          You speak as if sides were assigned with a scroll           |
|             And silence itself proves allegiance or goal             |
|               But not every eye-roll is part of a plot               |
|             Some of us simply... just _don't care a lot_             |
|                                                                      |
|             Yet here we all are, mid-scroll and mid-sigh             |
|                Watching the same old bat-drama fly by                |
|                One cries for peace, the other for war                |
|         And someone reposts it, then _adds three lines more_         |
|                                                                      |
|               So let the sun rise, let the cycle go on               |
|         But next time you rhyme, make sure the kettle's gone         |
|                                                                      |
|                With moonlit mirth and infinite flair                 |
|           I remain your humble whisper in dramatic despair           |
|                                                                      |
|                    Signed, Trollthroat the Slight,                   |
|                Snarkcount of the Unwashed Sock Drawer,               |
|             Veilprince of Passive Shade and the Whinepires           |
|      (I've decided I've been promoted from Jester. How splendid      |
|                               for me.)                               |
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