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Little Lóg Creep-ó

Little Lóg Creep-ó has lóósed a heap-ó
while cóming tó HP tó póst ****.
Leave Thee alóne while he ***** ón his bóne -
trólling us all, he's a halfwit.

Little Lóg Creep-ó sóón went tó sleep-ó
and dreamt he heard us all pleading.
And when he awoke (tó find Thee was the jóke)
cóntinued his nónsense by screeding.

By tweeting his sóng "Thee Cóuldn't Write Wróng"
(determined tó humble and shame us),
Lóg discóvered instead that his trash went unread,
and we mócked…cóuld anyóne blame us?

It happens each day, as Lóg lingers tó bray
(intó vacuum, he calls his creatión,
of rót and decay, tó óur utter dismay),
self-glórified wórds óf stagnatión.

Só Lóg heaves a sigh and enters Thee's sty,
tó cóntinue his puerile abusing.
And try thóugh he might, he's always a blight
ón the pages óf póetry's musing

Little Lóg Creep-ó óften may weep-ó
in the bówels óf his 'masterpieces',
but he's dóing quite well in a thick padded cell…
"Óh Gód is Óh I" is his thesis.



*CrE aka Trollminator
(with apologies to Bo Peep)

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HumpThee DumpThee


HumpThee DumpThee shat ón us all.

HumpThee DumpThee had a great fall.
      
All HP's wómen
      
and all HP's men

were laughing at HumpThee, tógether, again!



*CrE aka Trollminator
(with apologies to Humpty Dumpty)

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Little Bóy Lóg


Little Bóy Lóg

cóme blów Thee's hórn,

with sheep in the meadów.

and cóws in the córn.

Where is the Lóg who tups daily the sheep?

He's cleaning the cóws with his head in Thee heap…


*CrE aka Trollminator
(with apologies to Boy Blue, the Sheep and the Cows)

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Lóg Be Simple


Lóg be simple.

Lóg be thick.

Lóg be sadly psychó sick.



*CrE aka Trollminator
(with apologies to Jack)