Date: June 29th, 2013 3:58 PM
Author: Light Histrionic Parlor
The time you mention'd another's race
We bumped you through th'180'd-place;
White men now stood cheering by,
And home we brought you squat-bar-high.
5 To-day, the road all posters come.
Squat-bar-high we bring you home,
And set you at your password down,
Scrambled of a thoughtful frown.
Smart lad, to slip one night away
10 From posts, where glory does not stay,
And early though the threading grows
It's modded, quicker than the ho's.
Pow'r, the posting night has shut
Cannot see the posting glut
15 And blank bumps sound no worse than jeers
After school has stopped these years:
Now you will not spell "I'm out,"
Like lads that wore their honor out,
Posters whom renown outran,
20 And moniker died before the man.
So set, before its echoes fade,
The fleet "180" on this page,
And hold to the low browser up
The still-yet-bumped pics of a pup.
25 And round that early-posting head
Will flock to glaze lone' eyes in bed,
And find 225 for curl
And rumors that he'd found a girl.
(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=2296108&forum_id=2...id#23502835)