Posted by
Kilroy on Monday, December 24, 2007 9:01:47 AM
Twas the day before Christmas, and all through Townhall
Not a Blogger was blogging, well, except maybe “
Craw”;
Gunny’s keyboard lay tossed to the corner without care
No thoughts on his “libturds” today would he share.
BrianR tossed and turned in a sweat in his bed
As nightmares of Rudy danced in his head,
Writers, jokesters and cartoonists from all over the map.
(‘cept
Squiddy) poured the first of a day long nightcap.
When out of the ether there arose such a clatter,
The end of the “hiatus” of
Dave in Cincinnatuh?
I clicked through my Windows, and pop-ups and all
Closed down the porn sites, logged into Townhall
Thought it was bad eggnog -- I was feeling quite green
As I blearily focused on that small glowing screen
When, what to my disappointed eyes should appear,
Yet another bad poem, the 12th one this year
That immature rhyming, like a 12 year old boy,
I knew in a moment it must be Kilroy.
He roused up those Bloggers and bade them to write
“Iowa is upon us – and Fred’s nowhere in sight”!
"Now, JimmyCarter! now, irtexas! now, Georgetwin and Steech!
Greg England, Pepp, PPhil, I beseech”
“Hillary is leading, free healthcare she’s bringing!
Now stop all that merriment and partying and singing!” “Put down that shot-glass, drop that highball!
Now write away! Comment away! Draw away all!" And so off to their keyboards, and pencils and pads
Went
Scottie,
Nee,
Jevica, and
VaDad.
Old Doc grabbed up his crayons to sketch,
And there, tanned and rested came our good ole friend
Fletch But, alas you see Kilroy had been nipping a smidge
Didn’t see the calendar stuck right there on his fridge
He'd awoke from his nap and started to panic
Thinking it January he went pre-caucus manic
Having rudely roused them all out of their beds
offered "
sorry, folks, guess I went off of my meds"
The Bloggers were all poised to hurl their abuses
Clearly not amused by his half-assed excuses.
And I heard him mumble, as he skulked out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night."
