When it comes to tossing, Ken
I thought you were the greater
And when it comes to argument,
why, you're a master debater.
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When it comes to tossing, Ken
I thought you were the greater
And when it comes to argument,
why, you're a master debater.
Good lord! RobR, you're talking rough
I'm sensing weakness, had enough?
The only mass debater here
Is the sober sassenach with no beer.
you guys are good, lol
Ouch, the S word, Ken I'm reeling,
But that's not weakness that you're feeling.
I'm just getting in the groove,
you great big Scots skirt-wearing poove.
:p
If you mean me then I agreeQuote:
Originally posted by Silvercord
you guys are good, lol
For he will lose as you will see
If you mean him then that's a sin
There is one outcome: I will win. ;)
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Poove? POOVE? Wtf is that?
You're desperate, RobR, and that's a fact
It's far too windy for a kilt tonight
You... well i'm not going to say it, 'cause it's impolite.
I'm impressed; A double verse
The first one poor, the second worse
Desperate huh? Is that your best?
You've got gravy down your vest.
Hah! Counter that my Scottish friend
My rhymes will drive you round the bend.
And if by chance they fail, instead
I'll bore the buggers till they're dead.
In fact, let's move this up a gear
A triple verse this time I fear
Cop this, I sayeth. Do your worst.
(Oh wait you already did in your first).
edit>> Crap. Rhymed instead with instead. Prat. :rolleyes:
'Twas a belter, for sure, that last one my lad
I laughed for a moment and still remain glad.
Your counters are charming yet feeble and weak
Filled with your folly, broken and meek.
Dump all you can, my Sassenach friend
I'll flush each away, around the u-bend
And send them to sea where they all belong
With all of your whiffies, stinkies and pongs.
Is this getting too fast for your mAngled wit?
As I purge and declaim all that you've writ?
If you've got any more let's see what you've got
I'll happily render and dispose of the lot.
I think that my friend it's time for a truce
Between yours truly & Robert the Bruce
This has been a blast I have to admit,
But I'm desperate now to go for a ....drink
And so at last with truce having been called
Between the skirted & the bald
The whisky is drunk, and so is the beer
Same time, same place, same thing next year?
Och aye, indeed, for a' that and all
A truce, you say, is what to call
But one wee question about these drams
Will ye be paying for this wee man's? :p
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[traditional]And ther's a hand, my trusty friend,
And gie's a hand o' thine;
We'll tak' a cup o' kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.[/traditional]
*passes Ken a dram of Bladnoch Distillery 1988 malt*
Ahhhhhh.