Twas the Shit storm before Christmas (2x double media)
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12-25-2023, 04:50 PM
(This post was last modified: 12-25-2023, 04:52 PM by Slappydoodle. Edited 1 time in total.)
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this takes place in the SHL's glorious thunderdome of the past Twas the night before Christmas and all through the place not a player was stirring, not even Ace; The banners were hung by the rafters with care, In hopes that the Challenge Cup soon would be there; The users were nestled all snug in discord; While visions of goals danced in their gourds; And Wannabefinn in his office and I in my hut Agree on one thing, Tomen is a nut; When on the site there arose such a clatter, I sprang to my phone to see what was the matter. Away to the thunderdome I flew like a flash, To see who the league now wanted to bash. The fire in the breast of the assembled masses Gave way to browbeating some poor suckers asses; When what to my wondering eyes did appear, But a mob intent to judge and lear; With a shit stirrer so lively and quick, I knew in a moment he must be a hypocritical prick More rapid than eagles the mob they came, And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name: "Now, Luke now Rich, now Teddy and Rabid! Make comments quick and make them vapid! To the rashest judgements , just ripe for a fall Now type away! Type away! Type away all!" As leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, When they meet this deluge, they'll be sure to cry So on to the site ,the users they flew With the place full of haters, and Joe K too— And then, in a twinkling, I heard in the thread The howling and baying of each little millennial head As I drew in my breath, and was turning around, From down under Avakael came with a bound. He was dressed all in khaki from his head to his foot, And his clothes were all tarnished with grease stains and soot; A bundle of anxiety he had flung on his back, And he looked like a tosser just opening his six pack. His eyes—how bloodshot! his references, how obscure! His accent so cute, his thoughts so impure! His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, And the pallor on his face was as white as the snow; The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth, And the smoke, it encircled his head like a wreath; He had a laptop in his place with a little HD telly He was eating Vegemite and a bowl full of jelly. He was quick witted and sharp, a right smart old elf, And I laughed when I read it in spite of myself; A wink of his eye and a twist of his head Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread; He typed many words and went straight to his work, And filled all the thread; acting a real jerk, And laying his keyboard aside and blowing his nose, And giving a nod, up to the kitchen he rose; He sprang to his fridge , opened a tinny Pounded it down and let out a whinny; But I heard him exclaim, ere he logged off the site Merry Christmas to the SHL and to all a good night! I love Avakael and mean no offense, just knew he'd be a good sport ![]() ![]() ![]() Registered S15, S16, S24, S34, S38 Challenge Cup Champion
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