[The recent past]

Far beneath pun-dom’s bridges there lived sly croakin' trolls
A-chucking chyme abhorrent, chunder splashing
And the jesters felt the jolts slung madly by these hounds
Feeling the creepy slime of demons bashing
Bashing by these ogres whose stench befouled the writes
Bashing all the parodies with their junkyard loads of spite
And as almost ev’ry wonderful author left the site
Lo, we gazed upon the rhymes a-bleedin', gasping

As these gritty jealous urchins so aggressively wreaked shock
The greats were bitten, riled and mauled by sprite-lings
As the heckles from these wretches swelled, as scores were choked and maimed
The louts exuded smells that were fright'ning
Trolling horrid devils, trolling morbid wraiths
Trolling torpid buttheads with no handles one could trace
Trolling sordid house rats, hurlin’ quantum heaps of hate
And they preyed upon the rhymes with streams of trashing

Through the sad cryptic yammering of the vile dripping snails
The slime wracked the poets and made them slumber
And the zinging by the dirtballs caused bards we loved to flee
Leaving lonely skillful writers far outnumbered
Griping disrespectful, griping so unkind
Griping at the artisans and objecting to their rhymes
All these moaners and complainers farting slop from frightful hinds
Left us craving for the rhymes that leave one laughing

Slews of childish evil weasels left shameful scrabbled trails
Hordes of misformed graceless dorks with no ambition
Throwing orbs of dung and distasteful strings of snot
Left clowns a-shakin' from salvoes of munitions
Trolling mournful fetid minds, trolling scornful pukes
Trolling chortlin' depleted spaced-out buggers and some idle nincompoops
Floored the pissed and steaming authors, chafed and beaten by rebukes
As they hazed the songsters' rhymes with sprees of bashing

[The present]

Even though the proud site's hurtin' and the artists' scores have lapsed
And the chaotic shattered ship is prone to listing
Poetic rhymes still rush through marrow, tired butts forge some puns
The trend must shift to quell the twits persisting
Droll retorts just spur the scum and their heedless need to wail
And these loathsome farts will hover with their urge to see you fail
But these dweebs are harmless when ignored, disgraced when writes prevail
If we praise the songs and rhymes and cease the clashing

[A hopeful future]

Sorry, I've been laughing as I read all the recent songs
Laughs that could last for hours at the puns intended
And submissions from past times have me rocking on the floor
Held down and howling till the rolling's ended
Trolling force has faded now, the mood has been reversed
By the boundless unbruised, fun-fused, up tunes sung out unrehearsed
And when every long lost spoofer from the old times spews some verse
Then we'll gaze upon the rhymes with glee and clapping