Twas The Gaming Night Before Christmas

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  1. spanky1113

    spanky1113 Rookie

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    A poem a friend of mine wrote. I thought I should share it with you all!

    Twas the Game Night Before Christmas,
    And All through the house,
    not a creature was stirring,
    well.. there was a keyboard and mouse..

    The nerds were nestled all snug in their dens,
    While nightvision and sugarhighs occupied their head.
    And mamma in her ‘camo, and I with my gun,
    Had just settled our brains for a winter’s nights fun.

    When out on the headset there arose such a clatter,
    I sprang from my campingsite to see what was the matter.
    Right by the window I sat with rough and ready,
    Tore open the shutters, threw up my gun, and i was ready.

    The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
    Gave the luster of mid-day to objects below.
    When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
    But a Melara tank, and eight militia soldiers.

    With a precision driver, so lively and nasty,
    I knew in a moment i must get down fastly.
    More rapid than deagles his militia came,
    And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!

    "Now Dulah! now, Dabir! now, Philo and Vahir!!
    On Cyril! on Cyress, on Demetrius and Basheer!
    To the top of the hill! and knock down that door!
    Now fire away! fire away! blow away all the CT WHORES"

    As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
    When they meet with an obstacle, a chopper in the sky.
    So off of the hill-top the fighters started to run,
    With the tank full of gunners, all of them..but one.

    And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
    The sneaking and crawling of my backup group.
    As I drew out my rilfe, and was turning around,
    Down the chimney Bin Ladin came with a bound.

    From his head to his foot, he was dressed just like rambo,
    And his clothes were all covered with more guns and ammo.
    A bundle of c4 he had flung off his back,
    He looked like a predator, as a matter of fact.

    His eyes-how they twinkled! his face was all hairy!
    His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
    His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
    And the beard of his chin was as brown as a doe.

    The stump of a cigar held tight in his teeth,
    And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
    He had a broad face and a little round belly,
    That shook when he shot, like a bowlful of jelly!

    He was smelly and tall, a right rotten old man,
    And I laughed when I shot at him, in spite of myself!
    A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
    Soon gave me the finger, he wasn't dead.

    He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
    And unloaded his gun, then turned with a jerk.
    And laying his finger atop of his switch,
    He blew out the roof, killed my backup.. that bitch!

    He sprang to the front door, to his team gave a whistle,
    And away they all fled away, faster than a missle.
    But on my deathbed, I heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight,
    "I killed you all, Gameover nub, you lost the fight!"
     
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  2. UrbanMasque

    UrbanMasque Everyone Wears a Mask

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    I challenge your friend to a knife fight.
     
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  3. Rakon

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    lengthy, but alright
     
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  4. Solaris10

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    I now feel all jiggly inside.
     
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