'Twas the night before Mdselctmas when all through the forums
Not a faggot was posting, not even Thanatos;
!King_Amazon! was sleeping, with beers by his chair,
In hopes that Diablo 3 soon would be there;
The trolls were nestled all snug in their beds,
With visions of D3V posting in their threads;
And Kagom in his 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter's fap,
When out on the lounge there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the thread to see what was the matter.
Away to the portal I clicked like a flash,
Typed up my name and word for pass.
The noob in the thread which was posted by klo
Who posted a video of the spiders below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature link, and eight naked queers,
With a little old women, so full of squick,
I knew in a moment this poster loved dick.
More rapid than eagles his posts they came,
And he typed, and posted, and told me "The Game";
"Now, 4chan! now, Tumblr! now, Youtube a Yahoo!
On, Gmail! on Google! on, eBay and msn!
To the top of the portal! to the top of the arcade!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up to the nexus-top the coursers they flew,
With spam of sex toys, and Diablo Two.
And then, in a PM, I read on my wall
The spamming and posting of each little fool.
As I threw back my head, and was looking around,
Down the chimney -Spector- came with a bound.
He was dressed like a fur, from his head to his foot,
And his fursuit was all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of toys he had hung on his sack,
And he looked like a pervert just opening his pack.
His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His troll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the cum on his chin was as white as the snow;
The stump of a blunt he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a thin meatless belly,
Threw up, when he came a bowlful of semen.
Lenny had banned him, a wicken old troll,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of his goal;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Len gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
removed all the postings; banning each jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney they rose;
He sprang to his thread, to his team gave a whistle,
And away the flood flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard them exclaim, ere they drove out of sight,
"Zelaron u mad, and not just disappoint!"
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