Let's reflect on b3tas years
A thousand threads, a hundred queers
Who yiffed each other and beakered peers,
Outed themselves and detailed fears
And then aghast they stood and worried
Posted ammunition and then got bullied,
"Oh what has this place become,
my sanctum truly is undone!"
But it's people like this we soon forget,
For they fuck off back to mumsnet.
And what is left but countless cunts,
The weak got culled, ousted in hunts,
So few remain, so few to troll,
The years of torment taken toll,
Our only hope, an empty thread,
An era over, b3ta dead.
( mike woz ere 7442200 & 7696970 getter, Tue 4 Jun 2013, 16:51, archived)