LAST POST WINS

In a realm of threads, where contests do unfold
There lived an old fellow, feisty and bold
With wrinkles and wisdom, and graying of hair
He sought to prove he was still the one to beware

He stumbled upon a thread, like a shiny gem
A competition to win, how enticing to him
"Last post wins!" the title did shout
And without hesitation, he jumped in, no doubt

The others were young, full of vigor and zest
But the old man laughed, You won't be the best
For I've seen decades, I've been around the block
I'll always be back, like a persistent tick-tock.

With every reply, they thought they had won
But he returned, like the rising of the sun
They'd write a message, proud and loud
Only to find his words, like a mushroom cloud

He'd counter their jokes with a witty retort
Leaving them stunned and feeling distraught
They'd try to outlast him, typing away
But he was like a marathon runner, there to stay

"Ha! You youngsters think you're so quick and spry
But I'll be here 'til the end, oh my oh my
I've got the patience of a saint, don't you see
I'll outlast you all, for eternity!

The old man chuckled, a mischievous gleam in his eye
As the young ones cursed and let out a sigh
He had them defeated, that was clear
For he was the king of this thread, year after year

So if you ever stumble upon a contest so grand,
And an old man challenges you, just understand:
He may be older, but he's got fire in his soul,
And he'll always be back, until time takes its toll.
 
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Once upon a time, in a kingdom far away
Lived a king named Tom the Third, they used to say
But this monarch's tale, my friend, is quite absurd
For he was not regal like an eagle , but a dove that purred

Tom soared through the skies, an eagle bold and high
With feathers of gold and a piercing eagle eye
His subjects cheered, "Hail the mighty king!
Tom the Third, ruler of everything!"

But fate played a trick, as fate often does
And Tom fell from his perch with a mighty buzz
From king of the skies to a bird with no pride
Poor Tom the Third landed with a thud, far and wide

No longer a monarch, but a bird of meek flight
Tom's feathers turned gray, his talons lost their might
He tried to give orders, but his voice was now weak
A feeble coo replaced his once majestic speech

The kingdom was puzzled, their king seemed to change
From a ruler with power to a bird that's quite strange
They scratched their heads, they scratched their chins
"How can our king be a dove that grins?"

But Tom didn't fret, he embraced his new role
He'd glide through the kingdom, bring peace to each soul
With a gentle flap of wings, he spread love in the air
His subjects found solace in his feathery care

He'd perch on their windowsills, singing a sweet song
Bringing laughter and joy, making right what was wrong
Though not a majestic eagle, his heart was still royal
King Tom the Third, the fallen king who was loyal

And so, my dear friends, the moral we see
It's not in our appearance where true kingship be
For a king is defined by his heart and his grace
Not by his feathers or his lofty embrace

So let us all remember the tale of Tom the Third
Who once was an eagle, now a dove that's absurd
For in his transformation, he taught us to see
A king is a king, regardless of what he used to be!

:) :)
 
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