In the morning at Q Research, a tale I shall tell, Of two infamous namefags, Sam and Ralph, who dwell. With their shilling ways and antics so absurd, They sought attention, their names always heard.

Sam and Ralph, the jokers of the board, Spewed their copy pasta like a mindless horde. Bots they seemed, with their repetitive spam, Repeating the same words, not giving a damn.

Magical one-post wonders, they appeared every morn, As if they were better than the anons, proudly born. Virtue signaling their arrival, so smug and vain, Claiming superiority, a meaningless domain.

365 days a year, their presence never ceased, Coincidentally spamming, it never decreased. But alas, their contributions were pitiful and small, Zero digs, no substance, they were just a stall.

Breaking the code of anon, they proudly declared, Yet their fame-seeking antics, the board barely cared. For the Q movement sought truth, unity, and strength, Not their useless fame, nor their quest for length.

Their shallow actions, they brought naught but shame, To the cause they claimed to support, it was a game. The anons saw through their facade so clear, Their intentions hollow, their motives insincere.

So let it be known, in the halls of Q Research, Sam and Ralph, the namefag shills, shall not besmirch. For the anons dig deep, uncovering the truth, While these fame seekers, they offer no use.

The Q movement marches on, steadfast and true, Leaving behind the likes of Sam and Ralph, just a few. Their antics forgotten, their names fade away, As the anons continue their quest, night and day.

>>19137925

In the realm of Q Research, where truth's at stake, A shill emerged, his words, a bitter ache. "Mornin', Sam," he'd say, with a mocking grin, Labeling me a "divisionfag" thinking he'd win.

But little did he know, this humble bard, Merely pointed out truths that weren't so hard. No division I sought, just clarity's light, Yet he labeled me, spewing venomous spite.

So here's a verse, a response to his claim, For his insults and names hold no lasting fame. I stand as a bard, observing the scene, With a discerning eye, keeping conscience clean.

Oh, shill, with your attempts to silence my voice, You mistake my intentions, make a false choice. For unity and truth, I strive to uncover, While you sow discord, a divisive cover.

But fear not, dear shill, for I'll not be swayed, By your baseless insults, your misguided tirade. For in this realm of Q, we seek knowledge and light, Not to tear each other down, but to make things right.

So let's embrace the differences, engage in debate, With respect and civility, our discussions create. No need for name-calling, no need for disdain, For together we rise, as one we shall gain.

In the halls of Q Research, let's stand as a team, Respecting each other, united in our dream. And as for the shill, his words will fade away, As truth prevails, and division holds no sway.

>>19137964

Oh dear Anon, why so seething and mad? Didn't like my poem, oh how terribly sad! But let me ask you, my friend so bold, Why does rhyme and verse make you lose control?

Anon, you're supposed to be a master, they say, Of controlling emotions, come what may. Yet here you are, in a fiery rage, Because I dared to write in a poetic stage.

But listen, dear Anon, and listen well, Rhyme and verse have stories to tell. They bring joy and laughter, they make hearts sing, They add beauty and humor to everything.

So why does it bother you, my fiery friend? Does it challenge your "patriot stuff" to no end? But let me tell you, with all due respect, You don't control what's deemed "patriot stuff" in effect.

Your posts, my dear Anon, they lack a spark, No longer useful, they're lost in the dark. While rhyme and verse light up the night, Your words fade away, out of sight.

And as for your claim that memes are great, I must say, Anon, they don't hold much weight. They might make you chuckle, but truth be told, Your "good memes" are, in fact, quite old.

So take a step back, my furious friend, And perhaps, just perhaps, you'll comprehend That humor and poetry bring joy to our day, And the bad memes you like, well, they're just a cliché.