Keep your hands off my spanners Young Andrew cried Cause I know all my manners They're all cut and dried.
To make these things rhyme Takes a lot of time If I don't quit It will only be Because I've run out of time
Some forumites are now running amok beginning to chance their arms and their luck by moving across from prose into rhyme and risking the wrath of Old Fatha Time (aka senior Mod) who is seized with inertia and completely dumstruck......
Perhaps now it's time to declare Spinno the winner of this interminable 'enthralling' and extremely diverting dialogue, and move on to pastures new?
I thank you for your words of praise And a glass of cheer I will raise It's been a bit of fun But now it's done I know my rhyming has seen better days
