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Old December 24th, 2005, 02:29 AM   #1 (permalink)
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that poem

someone post that damn christmas eve poem.

with santa bunkering some kid.




i lost mine btw.... it was saved on my computer.
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Old December 24th, 2005, 09:18 AM   #2 (permalink)
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'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house,
not a creature was stirring, 'cept Johnny DeLouse.
He polished his gun and topped the agitator,
awaiting old Santa, who'd be by some later.

A cruel trick Santa played on last Christmas day,
when he left poor Johnny a cheap old Stingray.
He worked through the summer as a grocery shelf stocker,
and he saved and he saved for a trick Autococker.

He awaited St. Nick in a tactical crouch,
his cammies matched perfect, his mom's brand new couch.
His red dot cast eerie a glow on the place,
as he waited for Santa to show his fat face.

When out on the roof there arose such a clatter,
that Johnny got ready for Santa to splatter.
He pulled down his Spectras and chambered a ball,
'cause Santa was here, and was fixing to call.

Now Santa's no dummy, he has intuition,
he took down the chimney his own ammunition.
He wore an Intruder and sported a Mag,
A case of RP tucked away in his bag.

That volley which followed was more than just fair,
the paintballs collided in the midst of the air.
Johnny dove for new cover, and Santa moved too,
the place would be wrecked before they were through.

As their hoppers went empty and their shooting did quit,
Johnny wiped off his goggles, he couldn't see $hit.
Old Santa was crouching on one ancient knee,
and stacking the presents under the tree.

Johnny was aiming to shoot at him some more,
when the sight in his sights made his jaw hit the floor.
Santa ignored him, in his eye was a glisten,
as he layed out for Johnny a nitrogen system.

He went up the chimney as quick as he'd come,
he left Johnny dripping paint, emotionally numb.
He'd ambushed old Santa and was now feeling mean,
but Santa laughed last, he left him to clean.

Johnny straightened the stockings and he wiped up the paint.
He cleaned until morning, he thought he might faint.
Santa's an awesome player, he thought in his head,
as he trudged to his bedroom and into his bed.

Don't wait up for Santa on this Christmas Eve,
that jolly old fat guy has a trick up his sleeve.
If you've revenge in your eye like Johnny delouse,
you'll only get spanked and end cleaning the house.

Merry Christmas to all.
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Old December 24th, 2005, 10:46 AM   #3 (permalink)
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haha thats a good poem.
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