Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the forum
Not a vaper was posting, with an ounce of decorum
Falala and most, were lost in a fog
Kadly, that knave, had spiked our eggnog
The cotton was nestled, all snug on the deck
Or maybe Twas Rayon, we need a hand check!
Debadoo with her skillet, Hank with his Goon
Rixsta's light saber, we'll see Emmy's soon.
The stockings were hung on the chimney with care
hoping the June FastTech order, soon would be there
Then what to my wondering eyes should appear?
The REST of you Wompers, drinking up all my beer
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter
Cromwell beating Santa, with his own ladder
"Get Off My Lawn!" we could hear Bob shout
I don't NEED temp control, so get the fuck out!
Leave me in peace!, I told Doc Iguana
he said "Listen Up, Boit! I'll leave when I wanna"
"Hehe, check this out" as he showed the full Monty
NO, put THAT "gun" away! I scolded MikeConti
"We brought homegrown Roast Beast"
said Lannie and Dracon
Hank laughed, "Thats no feast!"
"I brought Tits filled with Bacon!"
Inspects, ever polite, while downing my beer
Said "Great Party!, I'll bring something next year"
NO DON'T! This is NUTS, I told dale
Just send me a damn card in the mail!
Out Andria, Kevin, Debby and Dave!
Out Lucy and Chopdoc and Morley (who gave)
Stuey and Kat, whats the rest of your names?
Anways, rhyming, I'm sick of these games.
It's the 3rd of December, and already too much
with shopping, decorating, commercials and such
Santa's outsourcing now, and fired EACH elf.
Merry Christmas you wompers, and GFY.