Perfecting ev'ry line and spending hours of our time
Until it's pleasing to see
And if we dare to take a chance, will no one take a glance?
Should we appeasing them, be?

And afterwards, we pop into our private little space
And see a Five or two
But then some jerk'll spoil it all by saying something stupid
About Dub-yew!

We can see it in your Fives, that you apprise and realize --
-- Our words delight: we score
But sometimes get a whine or two, folks green or blue
They've never seen such write before

We've racked us, ev'ry way: our minds; forever mine wordplay
Your sake: convening, we two
But IQ, 58: comments demeaning; berate
A sig unknown: no "Who"

The slime will bite; the flame, fume; Skills? Instead he starts to shred
This troll, he writes askew
He thinks that he can foil it all by saying something stupid
Strike and drub you

[interlude -- petulant whines from petty minds, sounding somewhat like a kazoo choir from the zoo mire]

To rhyme so right gives great gloom; still unread; he mars from dread
A lowly blight: a Two
You really think you soil it all by saying something stupid?
Bah! We snub you!

You grub, you!
Songs: flub, you!
Can't sub, too!

[fade, as the anonymous cowards fade into oblivion. (a small town in Bolivia)]
We scrub you...