1 . Name: Raithe @ 2011-01-17 16:34

I did not write this, I found it on Reddit and thought it needed to be shared here.
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Once upon a 2fort, wary, as I scoped Scouts, quick and speedy
I shot many a quaint and worthless son of a Scouting whore,
While I scoped, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping
As of someone gently shooting, shooting at my sniper's floor.
"Tis some eng'ner," I muttered, "shooting at my sniper floor-
Only this, and nothing more."
Ah, distinctly I remember, 'was nearing a round-ender,
And each seperate dying member wrought its killicon 'pon my scores.
Truthfully I wished the next round- to snipe poor Pyros on the ground
To alleviate my sorrow-sorrow for lost intelligence
For the scoots captured plenty, since
Spamming them, forever more.
And the scores, so high and mighty, of shot scouts, so fast and flighty
Thrilled me - filled achivement bars never filled before;
So that now, to still the FPS of my heart, I stood repeating
"Tis some eng'ner sentry-spamming the entrance at my sniper door
Some mad eng'ner camping the entrance of my sniper floor
- That it is, and nothing more.
Presently my shots went wider, panicking, I drew louder,
"Oi," said I, "ya wanka, truly ya spammin' I abhor;
But the fact is oi am campin', and so quickly you came spammin'
And so oddly you are shootin', shootin' at my snoipah floor,
That I can't return to base"-here I peeked over the floor-
An empty map, and nothing more.
Deep over 2fort peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing
Doubting, thinking thoughts no sniper ever dreamed before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the fortress gave no token,
And the only words there spoken were my whispered words, "No more!",
Corpse and gib, a water pool I set eyes on, and bridge'd o'er floor;
Merely this, and nothing more.
So, into my base venturing, all my spent ammo returning,
Soon I heard again a shooting rather louder than before.
"Wot," said I, "wot, the administraitah said the round'd finished;
Let m'see then, what threat that is, and this mystery explore-
Let m'jarate be filled a moment and this sentry gun explode-
Tis a bug, and nothing more!"
Open here I flung the shutters, from my base when I heard a patter,
Of mighty feet and Russian slaughter 'pon the BLU team base's floor;
Not a single sandvich ate he; nor fists ensheathed by pair o'KGB;
But, with gun of mini, perched above the base's floor-
Perched upon a teleporter just above my sniper floor-
Perched, and shot, and nothing more.
Then this Soviet man a-shooting, turned 'pon me grinning, smiling,
By the mad and crazed eye in its countenance it wore,
"OI! Th'round has ended, wanka," I said, "oi'll report ye,
For my patience's wearin' thin, and ye're wanderin' in from RED team's shores,-
Tell me what th'ell d'you think you're doin' on a BLU team's teleporter!"
Quoth the Heavy, "Cry some more."