How about a non-limerick?
Beta said to Artist A,
"Would you porn for me today?"
Artist A said "Maybe not",
"People say you're not so hot"
"Piff and wiffle", Beta said,
"Artist B says I'm not bad"
"He's working for me as I speak,"
"Churning cub out like a freak."
"Is that so?", said Artist A,
"I'll get back to you in a day."
So Beta turned to Artist B:
"Draw me cub porn? I'll pay a fee!"
Artist B said "I'm not sure",
"You seem to be somewhat deplored"
So Beta sneered at B and said
"I guess I'll stick with A, instead!"
"He's drawn so much I cannot count",
"I bet you can't match his amount!"
"Artist A?" said Artist B,
"I like that guy, he's better than me!"
So Artist A, and Artist B,
Both drew for Beta, they did not see,
He'd played them false, and in his way,
He'd won small victory that day
Until the fateful day last year,
When FA, owned by Dragoneer,
Was threatened by the hackers' script,
And from it private notes were ripped
The notes laid bare for all to see,
The evils Beta spread for free
An anon wild, with time to spare,
Decided that he'd show he cared
He stripped the info from the clot,
And pointed out the ick and rot
"He fibs to artists!", anon cried
"He mis-presents, he always lies!"
"He pressures them with other names",
"Of folks he targets with false claims",
"Of cub porn drawn and secret cliques",
"Of pedophilic artists, yeesh!"
"This guy is cancer, one big asshole-a!"
"He's virulent like Zaire Ebola!"
And artists heard, and came to see,
The ball of lies and misery,
The wolf had spun, without a care,
As people in his grip despaired
And Artist B, and Artist A,
Saw the truth laid out that day
Glanced at each other, each shaking his head,
"We should have just stuck to our guns, instead."
So A and B, now firmest friends,
Traded art and set new trends
They dialogued and repartee'd,
And published comics as they pleased
And Betawolf, the lonely pedo?
He lurked on Pawsru instead-o
With sullen glares and false bravado,
He came across as el retardo
A lolcow now, no dignity,
For ever more, in eternity