On guard sah!

[desert]

Upon further and closer inspection
You'll find that my rhyme reaches perfection.
Speak with accent if you may,
Pronounce "see" like it's "say";
Plus, your gaffe earns your charge a rejection!

[Lemur]

That rhyme was as forced as 'twas weak,
Your defense was quite tired (nay, peaked).
"Reaches" untied
The scan of your line,
Replace it with "is" and it's tweaked.

[Vuk]

Now this my friends is true sport,
And with company true,
I'll craft speech above the common sort,
As I have seen you do.

[desert]

Oh, so that's how it is; now I see.
But I feel that I must inform thee
That your style I denounce,
And your verses I'll trounce;
At your own risk do you challenge me.

PS: It's called syllable count, biatch! :D

[Novellus]

Our thread that Glenn wrote was once tame....
But now it's turned itself to flame,
A battle it is, and my comment on this:
"Relax, dudes! It's only a game!"

[PershsNhpios]

Lemur is right good Des',
You're without luck I guess,
Be not dismayed,
'Tis how it's played,
And of my gaffe I confess.


Do you think, Lemur, that you,
Can simply edit the few,
Who do come in,
And do begin,
To bravely fight anew?

I wouldn't mean to spite,
But something isn't right,
With Vukie's part,
It hasn't art,
Nor has it Irish might.

I will take this last as commentary,
As one not in the pit,
But it would be complementary,
If you limericked here with wit.

[desert]

Glenn, I must confess, I do wonder
if you haven't commited a blunder.
I had always believed
Any lim'rick conceived
Must also be a double entendre.

[PershsNhpios]

Where is my blunder then?
When succeded you, when?
You haven't found,
The syllable count,
So smoothly as young Glenn!