When I asked for a challenge I did expect some
But frankly the last two poems were at best just dumb.

Instead of petty bickering and mud slinging tails
I'll sit back and relax with a flagon of ale.

A challenge against you all surely it isn't fair on your part
I won't continue battling as if you were all there with heart.

The intention of a challenge seems to have gone a bit off key
For the subject of the matter was not supposed to be me.
The challenge of an insult in the past cases can't be seen
It only proves that there�s a part of you that is just mean.

So since this is a challenge and I know I am the best,
Take it to hart when I tell you that you all were put to rest.
Any subject any style you will all be in denial
When the contest goes on for a while and your stile gets defiled.

So if you must continue bickering as you obviously do
Don't forget to take the boots off before they get covered with your
poo.

For the serious contenders if there are any ones around
My proposition to the gods hopefully have been found
And if they haven�t yet or the future it will
Save your best lines for the contest, where they'll surely get killed

(I won't respond to anymore blasted poems- unless there worthy, and you
guys havn't showed me that yet.)


Penned by my hand on the 19th of Haernos, in the year 136 MA.