An Abusive Night Before Christmas

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[align=center]The Abusive Night Before Christmas

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the site
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mite.
The postings were done in the evening with care,
In hopes that St. Pirogeth soon would be there.

The members were nestled all snug in their box,
While stories of fubar bums entranced their thoughts.
And Diana with her 'kerchief, and I with my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long writer's nap.

When out in the forum there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the box to see what was the matter.
Away from the kiddos I had a small hunch.
Clicked open the linkage and threw up my lunch.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen hoe.
Gave the muster of ill-meant bad feelings below..
When, what to my wandering eyes should appear,
But a literature mess, and eight tinny reindeer.

With a little motivation, I clicked back and left,
I knew in a moment I would be St Geth'd.
Calmly I waited for the presents this year,
Then there was a feint sound, something I could just hear!

"Now Coffee! now, Kitti! now, Chaos and Psychosis!
On, Sakii! On, Torsty! on, Oro and Palonis!
To the top of the site! to the top of the box!
Give presents! Presents! Presents of Rocks!"

As hard stones that before lay strewn about the ground,
We took cover from them, and many were downed.
So up to the site-top upon which we gazed,
Off they flew with the toys, and all the members amazed.

And then, in an inkling, we formed an accord
The staffies would pay as well the Staff Board.
As we drew on my comp, and were forming a plan,
Down the staff board St Pirogeth came with a man.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of Toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.

His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how scary!
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 reeked of liquor ya know?.

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke puffed out like a gangster with a beef.
He had a broad face and a little flat belly,
That bounced when he laughed, like the villain on telly!

He was greasy and mean, a right horrid display,
And I freaked when I saw him, on this Christmas day!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had everything to dread.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And quelled all the postings, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of my face,
He gave me a glare, and a nod just in case!

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, 'ere he drove out of sight,
"Scary Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"

Asmo wasn't the abusive guy?
Didn't you just break a forum rule or something?

I'd punish you but I'm confused and amused, and I don't know what to do.
Well seems like Piro changed his name while I was sleeping again... December Knight... Well I think I'm going to change my name back it's almost Christmas and as soon as that is done then I have to change my name... *Goes off to the edit mode*
Mur, why is Piro the Santa?
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