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U wot m8 u called me a nerd?
Well shut it and listen here you turd.
If you fear my intellectual might
Then this message will be a poor sight:If thou doth think that these words
And my knowledge of mathematical surds
Make me a foolish, social bore,
Then let us take a look at before
This thread was even created,
Something you said about you feeling deflated.You claimed how you struggled to dance with a girl,
How you found it hard to lift her, jump, spin and twirl.
So before you claim my specialities make me socially inadequate
Next time remember how you have a second left foot.
Or perhaps you were ignorant to your insults definition?
That would explain our misunderstood acquisition.
To which I'd say: "utilise internet daddy: Google."
I think you'd find it quite therapeutical.So now I have explained you are more nerd than I,
let me express that have no intention for you to cry.
This poetic statement was none more than a defence
To what you have said in your post thence.
Sorry if you understood me wrong,
I'll explain it to you in this song:
You're not a bad guy,
And don't have to cry.
As first, Ernesto is flagged,
And now I'll explain why I have him tagged:
The entire topic since start, he
Was behaving like a she.
He didn't rhyme,
And that's a crime!
As the topic has rules,
Which was Brocken by fools.
I don't talk of you,
Not even of myself, too.
Ernesto is a problem here,
Which expanded till my fear.
Now to you, my friend,
The message, that you send:
Sorry, but I didn't get it.
My knowledge in English isn't fit.
And now: The ****inf hell,
Can you please explain me: Well,
Why did you mentioned about my dance.
And I just tell it as Defence.
I know her only for 1 month,
And that's not long enough.
So please, all, stop, now!
It worked, wow!
Or maybe not, again,
I use this phrase
In my age, In my phase,
Where I still can....
Writing poems is not so hard,
I'm telling this with regard.
I'm not even a nerd,
When I rhyme one with another word.
Rhyming is easy, the flow does not,
Also I don't even know the talents I got.
But I dance good, requiring a girl,
So I won't dance alone.
One question to answer, please:
Rewards: Old stinky, cheese (?).
Why do we play this game,
And I swear with my name:
With you I had fun,
And I'm thankful,
For all you've done;
But I'm a null.
In 3 lines I end the poem,
And will go somewhere else, Mem.
Oh sorry, don't feel sad.
Announcing this was my bad!
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