Although we appear to have been balked on the "Stalkers poetry" thread, I feel that the idea is too good to let go, and I would like to start a free style abusive poetry thread. Here we go, arf, arf... Of twenty years hence I have a vision, of a slack-jawed Mong, the cause of much derision, cleft of palate and green of tooth, he earns spare coin mopping out a w*nking booth, so who is this beast slouching to Blackpool to be born? and from which two Arrsers shall he spawn? their calipered legs the cause of shambling gait, why, 'tis the verminous union of MDN and Cait! aannnd... As I sat upon the trap, I heard a scratching at the door, a near my bat-clad feet, I espied a misshapen head close to the floor, sweaty of brow and wall of eye, 'twas the Lord Flasheart come to surveil my old Mud-Pie, tho' such a hullabaloo I did make, his Lordship rapidly his leave did take, but hark! what is this eldritch whine? 'tis Flashy cutting a 30mm hole oh so fine, and through the gap came his twitching schlong, tho' in truth, 'twere not so long, but a howl of outrage I did make, and back through the hole his poo-encrusted Hampton did snake, and on his knees, he did lisp; "tho thorry, old fella", "for in truth, I deemed you to be Aunty Thtella".