'Twas the day before garbage day and all thru ballpit, not a single snake was slithering; not even a bit.
The trash was lined up in the docs with care, in the hope that ridiculists soon would be there.
The readers were nestled all snug in their beds, while screams from kumquatxop rang in their heads.
And me in my headphones, and the snacks in my stash, had just settled in for a long day of trash.
When out in the ballp.it there arose such a clatter I ran to the fplus to see what was the matter.
Away to the site I flew like a flash, mashed the refresh button, please do not crash!
The site it had loaded, all clean and well made, gave a preview of things we'd soon hear said.
The docs on the site were all lined up in rows, giving us fear of their terrible prose.
When what do my waiting ears start to hear? The sound of the ridiculists, they're finally here!
With their leader Lemon right out in front, he called them by name and there's a bunch
Now, Stog! now, Kumquatxop! now, Bunnybread and Heelies!
On, Isfahan! on, Nutshell! on, Jackchick and John!
now, Frankwest! now, Jimmyfranks! now, Bozarth and Boots!
on, Victor and Portaxx with Montrith to boot!
Now from the top of the thread to the deepest ballp.it, I hope you enjoy our terrible shit.