PWNing Poetry

Oh Simon you half bearded fiend
   A try to make confounding poetry
   Has merely manifested a foe in me
This poem ensures the slate will soon be cleaned.
Iambic pentameter I have learned
   And I can dodge trochees even while in sleep
   A pyric foot we can argue to keep
Lets face it boyo you may have been burned.
Yet really I should not be boastful pride
   The truth is that the clock unmanned my work
   An hour is parsimoneous I confess
So head is hung in shame nowhere to hide
   Without my saying I have been a jerk
   It may be that at poetry you are best.

Breaking Simon

Comics. Actually, this one was easy.

Video Challenge Accepted

Next challenge was a video. Now, I'm not sure if you include the time it took to figure out how to use video editing software. If you don't, I'm still within the hour. Also, you'd have to take out the breaks. And the little pauses between the mouse clicks. Definitely still an hour.