We bumped you through th'180'd-place;

White men now stood cheering by,

And home we brought you squat-bar-high.

5 To-day, the road all posters come.

Squat-bar-high we bring you home,

And set you at your password down,

Scrambled of a thoughtful frown.

Smart lad, to slip one night away

10 From posts, where glory does not stay,

And early though the threading grows

It's modded, quicker than the ho's.

Pow'r, the posting night has shut

Cannot see the posting glut

15 And blank bumps sound no worse than jeers

After school has stopped these years:

Now you will not spell "I'm out,"

Like lads that wore their honor out,

Posters whom renown outran,

20 And moniker died before the man.

So set, before its echoes fade,

The fleet "180" on this page,

And hold to the low browser up

The still-yet-bumped pics of a pup.

25 And round that early-posting head

Will flock to glaze lone' eyes in bed,

And find 225 for curl

And rumors that he'd found a girl.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=2296108&forum_id=2!#23502835)

175 execution

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=2296108&forum_id=2!#23509740)

Thank you, OP.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=2296108&forum_id=2!#26592865)