Squirrelloid (squirrelloid) wrote in battle_of_wit,

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Poetry War (first response establishes a topic)

Lo, gather round and fain prepare;
Contest with will upon the page.
Come, deeds to sing or dark despair
To follow acts upon this stage.

Lo, who amongst this teeming horde
Has wit enough to stride aloft?
What metered refrain oft adored
Dares pass rude gauntlet's ire unscoffed?

Herein throw i down mail-ed fist;
Choose topic and suit word to deed,
Defend a viewpoint to the list
Or raise issue with what you read.

No limits shall i put to form,
No rules shall i enforce on thee,
But lest ye fear stylistic storm
Care take, or burn in agony.
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