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Every troll down In Loungeville liked flame threads a lot...
but The Mod, who lived just outside of Loungeville, did NOT!
The Mod hated flame threads! The whole flame thread notion!
Now, please don't ask why. She is fueled by emotion.
It could be that her head wasn't screwed on quite right.
It could be, perhaps, that her shoes were too tight.
But I think that the most likely reason of all
may have been that her heart was two sizes too small.
"These flame threads," she grinned, "are the first things to go!"
Then she slithered and slunk, with a smile most unpleasant,
Around the whole Lounge, and she took Chris' present!
Flamings and lolpics! n00b cakes! Chicks!
Arbiter! Rached! lolrus! And DICs!
She closed the fun thread. Then the Mod, very quickly,
slunk off to the mod lounge... It made us quite sickly!
As the Mod closed the thread, and posted a rub,
she heard a small sound like the coo of a dove.
She turned around fast, and she saw a small DIC!
Little Knowles Atchison, Jr., who was mentally six.
The Mod had been caught by this little Lounge doter
who'd hopped on the boards for a dose of n00b fodder.
He stared at the Mod and said, "OliveOyl, why,
Why are you taking our flaming thread? WHY?"
But, you know, that old Mod was so smart and so slick,
she thought up a lie, and she thought it up quick!
"Why, my sweet little tot," the naughty Mod lied,
"There's a n00b in this thread that won't fight for his side.
So I'm taking him out to the mod board, my dear.
I'll beat him up there, then I'll bring him back here."
And her fib fooled the child. Then she patted his head
and gave him a lolcat and sent him to bed.
It was quarter past dawn... All the trolls, still a-bed,
all the trolls, still a-snooze,
when she closed up the thread,
and drank some more booze!
The flamings! The fighting! The lolrus and n00bs!
The awesome! The win! The lols and the boobs!
Ready to click the button to close it,
the Mod finished her task and the fun... she froze it!
"Pooh-pooh to the trolls!" she was fiendishly humming.
"They're finding out now that no flame thread is coming!
They're just waking up! I know just what they'll do!
Their mouths will hang open a minute or two,
then all the trolls down in Loungeville will all cry BOO-HOO!"
but The Mod, who lived just outside of Loungeville, did NOT!
The Mod hated flame threads! The whole flame thread notion!
Now, please don't ask why. She is fueled by emotion.
It could be that her head wasn't screwed on quite right.
It could be, perhaps, that her shoes were too tight.
But I think that the most likely reason of all
may have been that her heart was two sizes too small.
"These flame threads," she grinned, "are the first things to go!"
Then she slithered and slunk, with a smile most unpleasant,
Around the whole Lounge, and she took Chris' present!
Flamings and lolpics! n00b cakes! Chicks!
Arbiter! Rached! lolrus! And DICs!
She closed the fun thread. Then the Mod, very quickly,
slunk off to the mod lounge... It made us quite sickly!
As the Mod closed the thread, and posted a rub,
she heard a small sound like the coo of a dove.
She turned around fast, and she saw a small DIC!
Little Knowles Atchison, Jr., who was mentally six.
The Mod had been caught by this little Lounge doter
who'd hopped on the boards for a dose of n00b fodder.
He stared at the Mod and said, "OliveOyl, why,
Why are you taking our flaming thread? WHY?"
But, you know, that old Mod was so smart and so slick,
she thought up a lie, and she thought it up quick!
"Why, my sweet little tot," the naughty Mod lied,
"There's a n00b in this thread that won't fight for his side.
So I'm taking him out to the mod board, my dear.
I'll beat him up there, then I'll bring him back here."
And her fib fooled the child. Then she patted his head
and gave him a lolcat and sent him to bed.
It was quarter past dawn... All the trolls, still a-bed,
all the trolls, still a-snooze,
when she closed up the thread,
and drank some more booze!
The flamings! The fighting! The lolrus and n00bs!
The awesome! The win! The lols and the boobs!
Ready to click the button to close it,
the Mod finished her task and the fun... she froze it!
"Pooh-pooh to the trolls!" she was fiendishly humming.
"They're finding out now that no flame thread is coming!
They're just waking up! I know just what they'll do!
Their mouths will hang open a minute or two,
then all the trolls down in Loungeville will all cry BOO-HOO!"
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ya B9.
Plus it rhymed and went with the story I'm sure.
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