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| Magenta |
I accept your challenge, Sirius! This
is what happens when people take a "sanity" day off work.
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Twas the night before Christmas in YKW’s
domain,
Member Magic was filled with pronouncements inane.
Entrapments were hung on the website with care
In hopes that
a Hater soon would be there.
The faithful were nestled all
snug and secure
Trusting YKW and YKW2 to keep the ‘Net pure.
And Dave, looking sharp in an ethnic serape,
Had just
settled down for a Christmas Eve nappy
Then from out in the
driveway there arose such a clatter,
YKW stopped in mid-rant to
see what was the matter,
And Deb.. sending e-mail to “family” relations..
Was so shocked she employed the correct
punctuation..
The moon on the asphalt did dazzle their eyes
No one was expecting a Christmas surprise!
And what should
appear? Not a reindeer or horse,
but a brand new Mercedes (on a
test drive, of course).
With an arrogant middle-aged driver
so haughty
That his shit didn’t stink when using the potty.
When they saw all the Kool-Aid folk kissing his ring
They
knew it was Saint Uncle KUH, the King.
When they saw Uncle
KUH, the Hate-Liars fled
(with one call to Eisner, he could
kill them all dead!)
The fools hoped to hide or leave others to
blame,
But he blustered and threatened and called them by name;
" Now, Parker! Now, Ajax, Van Brujah and Coastal!
On,
Janie! On Robey! Watch YKW go postal!
Now Haters! Now Takers!
Now terrorist scum!
On Lunar! On Crank! Your time has now come!”
He said, “All you females just need to get laid,
But I
won’t volunteer for that job, I’m afraid.”
“ You stoopid losers,
I’ll soon kick your hiney,
And when I did all your girlfriends,
they said yours were tiny.”
“ We’ve duped MIB to be unpaid
detectives!
Now a lawsuit will teach you to mock my invective!
Begone, evil hacktivists, bone-wearing Haters!
Get out of my
sight -- I’ll deal with you later.”
And then, in a
twinkling, he leaped from the auto
And we knew in a flash, Uncle
KUH was blotto
From the trunk of the Benz, he pulled out a bag
Overflowing with presents of ill-gotten swag.
There were
pills, herbs and hormones to keep one from aging
Plus
antipsychotics for when YKW was raging,
Perpetual rights to the
name “Disneynation,”
And a tinfoil hat that keeps out radiation.
For YKW2, a new delete button for unwanted posters,
A
new superweapon that plugs into a toaster,
A thesaurus with
words to fill Haters with dread,
And a tinfoil hat for his
oversized head.
Deb waited eagerly, her turn was next.
Saint KUH looked into his bag, quite perplexed.
Then he
said, as her face turned as red as a cherry,
“ I’m sorry, but
SlimFast is too hard to carry.”
She flew into a rage and
went off like a bomb,
Then LB ran in shrieking, “Don’t you DARE
hurt my Mom!”
Now KUH felt sad – he didn’t mean to offend her
For Deb, like himself, is a world-champion spender.
Then
King Uncle KUH had more in his sack,
But YKW2 cried out, “Look, an incoming hack!”
Out in front parked an ambulance,
driven by Takers,
With a sign on the side that said “Shady Rest
Acres.”
While YKW2’s spy software was trying to track it,
Poor YKW was fitted for a sleeveless white jacket.
Then
they heard her exclaim as they drove out of sight,
" HAPPY
CHRISTMAS TO ALL, SCHIZOPHRENIA BITES!"
******
Any
more poets out there?
Your Pal,
The Divine Miss M
(edited to mention that this is a work of PARODY - in case
there are people out there who don't understand the meaning of that
word.., atlas)
(And again to fix a dumb mistake!)
[Edited by Magenta]
[Edited by Magenta] |
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| inkydinkydoo |
Divine, Miss M, just Divine! I wish
you'd take more days off if this is the result! I giggled myself
silly. Not bad for a Monday.
Pat
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| ronski |
kudos to both of you. thanks for the
laughs! |
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| Robey |
Oh my gawd is that funny! Good job! :)
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| MadMax |
Magenta vs Sirius in a poetry bake-off.
Where do we buy the tickets for ringside seats? This will be one to
see. |
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| Robin |
A Common Ground Christmas. Think we can
talk Pixar into doing the animation? |
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| Sirius |
Good show Magenta! |
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| DWDreams |
Very nice. Wit and style. You guys
are killing me tonight, my sides hurt. And I love it! |
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| Coastalwader |
Ah, the old Christmas spirit lives and
breaths!
Good job guys! All of
ya! | |