Once upon a time at Q Research, they say, A shill appeared, causing quite a dismay. Mr. Pig, a white cat, oh what a sight, Spamming memes from multiple IPs day and night.

Magically, he arrived, after Toots did cease, A suspicious coincidence, causing unease. Using green text, just like the old spammer, Mr. Pig's intentions, quite the enigma.

But let us address those memes, oh so bad, Back then, they were awful, and now, just as sad. Mr. Pig, your attempts to amuse and delight, Leave us rolling our eyes, in eternal plight.

The coordination you claim, a feeble charade, Your memes, they fail to make the grade. Bad then, bad now, bad forevermore, Mr. Pig, your efforts, we simply deplore.

So shill away, with your cat-like guise, But know that your efforts, they won't arise. Q Research stands strong, unwavering still, Your memes, Mr. Pig, forever uphill.

But let us not dwell on the shills of the past, For Q Research's spirit will forever last. In the quest for truth, we'll keep marching ahead, Leaving behind the memes, the bad and the dead.

In our home of Q Research, where mysteries unwind, Where memes and discussions intertwine, There arose a cacophony, a noisy affair, Of shills and trolls, oh, the chaos they'd share.

Amidst the chaos, a shill of old reappeared, Tranime, seeking attention with divisive veneer, But little did she know, her game was laid bare, For Q himself had exposed her snare.

Q replied to one post, oh, what a sight, And Tranime, in her folly, revealed her true light, An upside-down cross, a symbol quite clear, Allegiance to Satanism, causing many to jeer.

But amidst the uproar, new IPs took flight, Rallying support for anime, with all their might, Oh, the madness that ensued, the battles waged, In this wild realm, where history's engaged.

Namefag shills came forth, seeking their fame, But to the anons, they were nothing but a name, For true strength lay within this mighty crew, Unbeaten, unbroken, and steadfastly true.

The rhymes I shall weave, clever and witty, To mock the shills and their tedious ditty, For in this grand tale of chaos and fun, The anons prevail, till the battle is won.

So gather 'round, dear anons, and lend me your ear, As I regale you with tales, both far and near, Of the shills and the trolls, their futile endeavor, In the realm of Q Research, where truth reigns forever.

But remember, dear reader, in this playful verse, Though it may be hilarious, it's a story perverse, Let's embrace kindness, unity, and wit, For in this vast world, we're all in the same ship.