‘Twas some night before Christmas and all through the forum
Lot of flouncing and bouncing and loss of decorum.
Poet, the guy what lives in the hat
Started a Drama and vanished, like that!
The “children” were restless and sniped at each other
Soon raising the hackles of our sainted mother
Mac in her kerchief and storm trooper boots
Just lost it with Spooky and offered him scoots!
When out in OP there arose such a clatter
I received a PM concerning the matter
I sprang to my mouse and clicked on that section
seeking the thread that needed direction
Then on my coffee spewed screen, quite abrupt
Came the very same Poet with really nice “C” cups!
Drugged and confused and whacked in the head
I’m sure he was wishing he hadn’t started that thread.
The moon on his breast gave his cleavage a glow
And Throbber showed up with “package” in tow.
Pat, bless her heart, offered faith and goodwill
for those caught up in Commerce’s swill.
And what on my screen with a click did appear?
A crusty ol’ Lobster we all hold so dear.
Confusification of words flew about
and I tried until pained to figure them out
I swear I just can’t get in that man's head
He killed someone and baked them in moldy old bread???
And Haskins as usual remains quite aloof
avoiding the fray not offering spoof
More rapid than rejections Trish’s announcement then came
With “Cyber Gifts” plenty she called them by name
Here Haggis, here Panced, and something for Susie
And what about Peaches our cute British floosie?
For Carey, For Silverking, and someone named Frank
For Jim and Victoria a gift of a Prank
Something for Robeaie, for Ray and for III
Something for all, but little ol’ me.
My eyes do not twinkle, my dimples are hairy
My belly is big, but my nose is a cherry!
My cheeks are still spreading, getting bigger around
and my droll little mouth is likely to frown
Some of my beard is as white as the snow
I look like a bum if you really must know
With a Mag of Champaign dear Magdalen came
singing old Beatles songs to someone in flames
And we heard Spooky say as he flounced out of sight
“.” Good Bye, kiss my ass, good night. (okay, so I added that last part)
Merry ChristmaHanaQuansaRamadan, I love you all (tonight).
Lot of flouncing and bouncing and loss of decorum.
Poet, the guy what lives in the hat
Started a Drama and vanished, like that!
The “children” were restless and sniped at each other
Soon raising the hackles of our sainted mother
Mac in her kerchief and storm trooper boots
Just lost it with Spooky and offered him scoots!
When out in OP there arose such a clatter
I received a PM concerning the matter
I sprang to my mouse and clicked on that section
seeking the thread that needed direction
Then on my coffee spewed screen, quite abrupt
Came the very same Poet with really nice “C” cups!
Drugged and confused and whacked in the head
I’m sure he was wishing he hadn’t started that thread.
The moon on his breast gave his cleavage a glow
And Throbber showed up with “package” in tow.
Pat, bless her heart, offered faith and goodwill
for those caught up in Commerce’s swill.
And what on my screen with a click did appear?
A crusty ol’ Lobster we all hold so dear.
Confusification of words flew about
and I tried until pained to figure them out
I swear I just can’t get in that man's head
He killed someone and baked them in moldy old bread???
And Haskins as usual remains quite aloof
avoiding the fray not offering spoof
More rapid than rejections Trish’s announcement then came
With “Cyber Gifts” plenty she called them by name
Here Haggis, here Panced, and something for Susie
And what about Peaches our cute British floosie?
For Carey, For Silverking, and someone named Frank
For Jim and Victoria a gift of a Prank
Something for Robeaie, for Ray and for III
Something for all, but little ol’ me.
My eyes do not twinkle, my dimples are hairy
My belly is big, but my nose is a cherry!
My cheeks are still spreading, getting bigger around
and my droll little mouth is likely to frown
Some of my beard is as white as the snow
I look like a bum if you really must know
With a Mag of Champaign dear Magdalen came
singing old Beatles songs to someone in flames
And we heard Spooky say as he flounced out of sight
“.” Good Bye, kiss my ass, good night. (okay, so I added that last part)
Merry ChristmaHanaQuansaRamadan, I love you all (tonight).
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