The tectonic plates beneath the board, sat just above the fire

The posts became quite heated, the replies made to shake

Every pumo's hair stood on end, for what evil did awake?

Was it a crypto king, of shitcoin fame and splendour,

Or was it a nowag virgin, who failed with the fairer gender?

Doom, doom, rang the posts, through every topic line

Groaning and blood and death rang up from a scholar's mine-

For chaucer was in a rage.

They closed all of their tabs, while their blood had turned to ice

Every hindu, muslim, and jew, prayed even to jesus christ

The bright torches were lit, MPM's stood shoulder to shoulder

Day-crew posters quaked and shook, holding fast to one another

Words were gathered for the coming onslaught, sharpened and oiled

Repartee, barb, jab and retort...hopeless and in vain they tried...

A booming post was posted, what small dignity was engulfed,

In endless baleful fire, both hateful and heartfelt.

For chaucer was in a rage.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=3839901&forum_id=2#35002309)