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......

 

If I didn't know better
I'd write a letter
Not of complaint
I'm no saint
But much wetter

 

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

 

So Spinno's the last to post again.

 

Not now he 'ain't!

 

Me me me me ...well you get the idea.

 

Really?

 

Yeh, right, point taken...

 

Honestly!

 

I know, right?

 

Your not right

 

So if right is wrong and wrong is right
Which way up are we tonight?

 

Whatever

 

Spinno last again. That's a hat trick of lasts.

 

More lasts than a load of cobblers.

 

and so it begins...

 

Or ends
(Hopefully)