It was New Years eve in two thousand eleven,
When lightning struck in cheese head’s heaven,
Scott rose up and he started a thread,
Yes, the lightning struck AS when he said,
I challenge you Will and Eric Copsey too,
And any other builder who has a clue,
Bring up your best three ninety ex pee,
Do you have the skills it takes to beat me?
Woods port please, and gas from the pump,
Sharpen that chain any way that you want,
As usual, ole Jason was the first poster in,
Boldly proclaiming the best chain will win.
Jacob and Frank were both quick to agree,
Chain helps more than the three ninety ex pee,
Eric was praised for his chain building skill,
These exaltation's made Scott very ill,
Twenty-three viewers on a New Year’s Eve,
Old year spreading chaos before it would leave,
It didn’t take long for the groups to collide,
Woods port or race saw, you must decide,
Sixty five posts were in by the years end,
Everyone digging in, preparing to defend,
The old year certainly birthed the debate,
But in the New Year it would accelerate,
Three or five cube, will the same chain work?
Are they built in a place where witches lurk?
Yes, one hundred posts before the break of dawn,
John Lambert whispers, “Should’ve been sawin’”