Call that tough? you don't scare me.
The She is deadlier than the He!
Sharpen my wits and sharpen my claws
I'll have you quaking beneath my paws!

If you're not afraid, then you're a fool
Go back and study poetry in school
Go back to doing the cooking and cleaning
And stop writing rhymes that have no meaning

(All sexism should be taken tongue in cheek. Please.)

(Wasn't this supposed to have only three rounds each)

Bad rhyme yeh,
My moves are deadly so live with care,
'cos I'll find you,
And I don't stink it must be your ######.

You claim that your the forum chef,
But I think that all your customers have left,
You seem to be making fun of everyone,
But it will all change once I am done.

Oh just shut up and give it a rest
It's plain to see that I'm the best
I'm handsome, brave and good at sports
So stop posting your inane retorts

Trust me, your not all that,
Instead, you remind me of a little brat,
You claim you are handsome, and call me fat,
It says a lot about you, you ignorant rat.

Is that the best you can come up with
It's so bad, I don't know how you can live
You have no grasp of meter or rhyme
Writing words like yours should be made a crime

I’m the master of rhyme you see my signature?
Don’t think that you can diss my literature,
I think that you are what you say,
Fat, stinky and stupid OK?

Yours is no better you know -
I think you should give up and go!
And metre ends RE
Not ER - do you see?

Signature;Literature - a good rhyme that is not
Your brain's probably addled from smoking all that pot
You're so bad at English you got turned down by Burger King
You can't write, play piano and I bet you can't sing

You're wrong again you stupid cow
Try using a dictionary, and using it now (http://www.answers.com/topic/meter-poetry?method=6
You'll soon see that I was right
And that I win this silly fight

Why is it taking you so long?
Can't handle the heat or your so called pong?
The piano isn't all there is to music, thats not a good way to react,
And I do play actually, quite well in fact.

No I'm not wrong and it's clear as day -
Your dictionary's from the USA
I've always spelt it M-E-T-R-E
And you'll kindly now stop dissing me !!

Quite well for a chipmunk, rat or bird
But as good as me? That's absurd
Mozart was good, but I'm plain great
Masterpieces are what I create

(Wow, I always thought in relation to poetry it was E-R even in England. Nevermind.)

I'll stop "dissing you" when you agree
That I'm the best rapper you'll ever see
I'm cool and hip and gansta', yo
These gunshot wounds aren't just for show

Beethoven and Mozart are plain great and you are NOT better,
You shouldn’t disrespect the fore or the latter,
The only masterpieces you create are bullying,
Being a mint you have some nerve to say someone is flying.

Those first two lines made me wince
There have been few worse rhymes before or since
And by the way, a mint does not form my name
I doubt you can figure out from where Trebor really came

Slow down boy,
Your rims, they ain't no alloy,
Maggie, never give up,
How can we let him win, like I said, HE'S A MINTY PUP!

I drive a souped-up Nova - I rock
It's got flames on the side - now THAT you can't mock
Since when were you all chummy with Maggie
Her breath is bad and her skin's all saggy

Well there's the good side and the bad side,
Those flames, you must have lied,
'Cos I can see a Nissan Micra by your dustbin home,
Everybody, it's the one near the Millennium Dome.

Your meter, twit, is the thing on the wall
That the gasman reads when he comes to call.
But who needs gas to cook their lunch
With hot air flying round from this bunch!

Your Nova is rubbish. It's nasty and tinny.
If you want a real car, you must get a Mini.
Admit that you're wrong now, you total rotter,
Or I'll give you a scar like Harry Potter.

Hot air you say? I think not,
your act, mon ami, is beginning to rot.
If only you had something good to say,
we wouldn't be bored, for most of the day!

Bad rhymes from Trebor is making me sleepy,
Talking of sleep, it's passed the bedtime of minty,
So go to sleep and have no more say,
The big boys and gals are coming to play.

Total rotter? How posh are you?
Do you have your own mansion and a butler too
Work on your insults and get a real job
And because you're rich it'll be your house I rob

You talk French and you think you're so smart
But you're nothing more than a jumped-up tart
Even Michael Jackson looks better than you
So get some detox and plastic surgery too

O dear, it looks like someone is poor,
Just confirms what I said about your little floor,
What is your job
It must be bad, you have to rob!

I consider myself a modern-day Robin Hood
I give money to the poor like you all should
And if the rich have to suffer, well, nobody cares
They have plenty of gold stashed away in their lairs

I was answering to Maggie, not you , you twit.
If only you had some intelligence, we could get along a bit!
But if this is the way it's to be,
Watch out! You should be scared of me!

I don't get along, I'll fight you all
I'm the best and I'll never fall
And scared of you - don't make me giggle
I'll apply the pressure and watch you wriggle

So your a criminal, I see,
We have a choice where our money goes, it's the same with you and me,
I give to charities, like all good people,
But I don't steal since it's illegal.

One man's terrorist is another's freedom fighter
And rich peoples' pockets are getting tighter and tighter
So if I'm forced into thiefhood to achieve my aim
I will still maintain that it's right, all the same

Well I say, chaps, what a bounder!
Seems my insults make him flounder.
Watch what you say, you scoundrel, you,
My butler's a black belt in ju-jitsu.

You're the best!? Please, don't tell lies,
when you fall, we'll spare the good-by's.
You should be scared, no, better yet afraid!
I'll shake off your "pressure", you're as weak as a babe.

I suppose you feel real good,
Comparing yourself to robin hood,
Instead, if your so good at piano, make some money out of it,
Then you can be just a freedom fighter, but of course, you can't because your a minty twit.

Bounder - another rich-man insult
If I'm poor then it's not my fault
And don't feel so safe with your butler, you see
I trained with the almighty (and late) Bruce Lee

Don't use Bruce Lee so losely like that,
He's a freedom fighter for the chinese and his moves are phat,
Don't insult us by using his name,
Or a real martial arts student will put you back to your place, classed as lame.

Scared and afraid have the same precise meaning
Towards redundant words, I detect a slight leaning
But since you seem to think you're tough
I'll show you what happens when I get rough


Again with the syllables, far too many on a line
It breaks up the flow and does not sound so fine
Of course, MY rhymes, are fluid and neat
In iambic pentameter - in each line, 10 feet

after the brainstorm
the stench of rotting poetry

Losely? I think you mean loosely, my foe
But we've already agreed that you're pretty slow
I can whip you, your butler, your mum, in a fight
One day the whole world will bow to my might

Should we be scared..of this big-mouthed twit?
I think not, he's nothing more, than a little git.
You insult Bruce Lee by mentioning his name,
you're a wannabe, desperate for fame.

OMG this thing is getting tiresome,
We have an ignorant twit who has a bit too much rum,
I am still the ref and I call for this to stop,
Since there are only two clear sides, who is at the top?

I'm a wannabe? Your name is begging for fame
You're a scary green monster (though the movie was lame)
But despite your moniker you cannot scare me
I don't scare easily - try me, you'll see

Ok then, I'll agree to a break
But since you were losing it'll be for your sake
The sides seemed to be Me Versus All
Our fine forum users shall decide who stands tall

I should never have started this rhyming thing,

Please when you say who is the winner DON'T RHYME, it's getting to my head.

Next round coming very soon though so watch this space.

I've got rhyming couplets going round in my head

But this post won't rhyme

At a quick count, I think I did 30 of them

I just read through this (I missed quite few while I was out this evening) it was HILARIOUS! Thanks for some great entertainment, guys!

We'll continue this tomorrow, my dearest friends,
Good Trebor, be prepared, for you'll meet your end.
The forum users, wise as they are,
Shall choose the clear winner, they'll not have to look far.

That's me finished for tonight!

Aha, but who do you think wins?