Joined: Tue Oct 02 2007 Location: U.S.A./Maryland Posts: 753
Merry Christmas to all and Happy New Year. It is nice to have good freinds all over the world.I am happy to talk to every one and maybe some day we will meet face to face.(hope I don't scare any one...lol )
Joined: Sat Jul 29 2006 Location: Chesterfield, England Posts: 487
I adapted this poem a couple of years ago
I'll apologise now to the original authour of "the night before Christmas"
And to any of my friends I may have missed.
'Twas the fight before Christmas'
‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a gamer was playing, they’re resting their mouse. The stockings were hung and the trimmings looked fine, they all hoped that nova would soon be online.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter. Out of the window I threw a flash, it blew out the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below. When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a miniature Stryker, and HMS guys with beer.
With a little old driver, his rig such an art, I knew in a moment it must be Ole Fart. More rapid than eagles his gamers they came, And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
"Now Grunt! now, Sniper! now, Echo!, now Shad! BGs on the roof! This could be bad On, KP! On, Jusme! on, Soza! on Wedge! They’re up in the trees and down by the hedge
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, When they met with COOPers, the BGs did cry. The Players they rearmed, a magnificent crew, With the armoury full of M4s, big medpacks too.
And then, a Chinook, came in too land flown in by gravedigger with a nade in his hand . As I drew in my head, and was turning around, Down the chimney Sweet Annie came with a bound.
She was dressed green, from head to foot, And her clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot. A satchel of M4 she’d put in a sack, She was followed by Semper watching her back.
Trevor’s gun flashes twinkled! There’s BGs to bury! Cervessa blasting away, Stedenko looking quite merry! Cardinal blew the target, Quick medded Rainbow, I saw VS blue in the explosion’s glow
The pins of nades they held in their teeth, whilst smoke circled Seikodad’s head like a wreath. The Bgs, they fled, no fight in their belly, When Cheech and Chong turned up in a Heli.
Hms players are friendly ! All fighting the red, The look on their faces fill BGs with dread. They all speak on VT, it’s easy to work, If you who don’t use it you must be a jerk.!
They sprang to the stryker, Ole Fart gave a whistle, They drove out of sight still firing stinger missiles. Then I heard them exclaim, ‘GOOD GAME ALL, OUTA SIGHT!’
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"