Harmeister
12-24-2006, 10:12 PM
'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the forum
not a creature was stirring (at least those with decorum).
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that the Doc and Prince Be soon would be there;
The Utopianites were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of skanky rap videos danced in their heads;
And Coz in his 'kerchief, and Chief in his cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,
When out on the forum there arose such a clatter,
Chief sprang from his bed to see what was the matter. (of course, Coz was not *in* the same bed, that only happened once as far as I know)
Away to Leisure World he flew like a flash,
Clicked on the first link and started to gasp.
The lamp in his basement gave off a faint glow
Giving a weird kind of luster to objects below, (although this could be because Chief was still a bit drunk)
He saw the word "Leak", and at first had to pee
'Till he realized, of course, what it really meant with glee.
It was Giggles, of course, yelling as usual in all caps
Saying "I'VE SOMETHING TO SHARE WITH YOU MY FINE CHAPS,
THIS IS THE STATEMENT SONY ASKED US TO POST,
I'LL GIVE IT TO YOU NOW, TO GIVE YOU SOME HOPE"
Then he laid it down thick, just like Elmer's glue,
come sometime next year we'd get a new album or two (hey, a man can hope, right?)
More rapid than horsedogs his praises they came,
We whistled, and shouted, and called the boys by name:
"Now, DOC! now, BE! you better not be pulling our leg,
We know where you live, and we've heard you like to beg.
No matter what we support you, through thick and through thin
But you know we want an album, one with the ways of the wind."
And then, in a twinkling, Giggles was gone in a poof
going on a well deserved vacation, having given the scoop.
So Chief, being thoughtful, stuck his finger in his nose,
Pulled out a nice boogie, he thought it smelled like a rose.
His Christmas present come, the man was now content
He thought about Harm, Mistress, and even Tree the ent. (hey, I had to make it rhyme somehow)
And as I close this poem, forgive me if your name was missed.
I can only rhyme so much, so don't think you were dissed.
And last but not least let's not forget what the season is about.
It's about our Lord and Savior, even if you're not devout.
He gave his life so that we may all live
You don't even have to believe, it's a gift he just gives.
So to end this weird poem, we have to do it with style
The same as good old Saint Nick would, if we gave him a trial.
'Cause if the poem didn't end like this, it just wouldn't feel right
"MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD-NIGHT."
not a creature was stirring (at least those with decorum).
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that the Doc and Prince Be soon would be there;
The Utopianites were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of skanky rap videos danced in their heads;
And Coz in his 'kerchief, and Chief in his cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,
When out on the forum there arose such a clatter,
Chief sprang from his bed to see what was the matter. (of course, Coz was not *in* the same bed, that only happened once as far as I know)
Away to Leisure World he flew like a flash,
Clicked on the first link and started to gasp.
The lamp in his basement gave off a faint glow
Giving a weird kind of luster to objects below, (although this could be because Chief was still a bit drunk)
He saw the word "Leak", and at first had to pee
'Till he realized, of course, what it really meant with glee.
It was Giggles, of course, yelling as usual in all caps
Saying "I'VE SOMETHING TO SHARE WITH YOU MY FINE CHAPS,
THIS IS THE STATEMENT SONY ASKED US TO POST,
I'LL GIVE IT TO YOU NOW, TO GIVE YOU SOME HOPE"
Then he laid it down thick, just like Elmer's glue,
come sometime next year we'd get a new album or two (hey, a man can hope, right?)
More rapid than horsedogs his praises they came,
We whistled, and shouted, and called the boys by name:
"Now, DOC! now, BE! you better not be pulling our leg,
We know where you live, and we've heard you like to beg.
No matter what we support you, through thick and through thin
But you know we want an album, one with the ways of the wind."
And then, in a twinkling, Giggles was gone in a poof
going on a well deserved vacation, having given the scoop.
So Chief, being thoughtful, stuck his finger in his nose,
Pulled out a nice boogie, he thought it smelled like a rose.
His Christmas present come, the man was now content
He thought about Harm, Mistress, and even Tree the ent. (hey, I had to make it rhyme somehow)
And as I close this poem, forgive me if your name was missed.
I can only rhyme so much, so don't think you were dissed.
And last but not least let's not forget what the season is about.
It's about our Lord and Savior, even if you're not devout.
He gave his life so that we may all live
You don't even have to believe, it's a gift he just gives.
So to end this weird poem, we have to do it with style
The same as good old Saint Nick would, if we gave him a trial.
'Cause if the poem didn't end like this, it just wouldn't feel right
"MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD-NIGHT."