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- Twas the night before Writemas, when all through the thread
- Not a OC was stirring, wuten was dead.
- Sonic boom was hung by the chimney, And with care,
- a Sign saying Betty Spaghetti was here.
- The Writefags were posting despite that no one cared.
- When Out came a russtlin , no jimmies were spared
- And Aether in his ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
- Were definitely not ready for any of this crap.
- When out on the thread there arose such a clatter,
- I sprang from the bed to see Mrs. Cake was fatter.
- Away to the pastebin I clicked like a flash,
- Tore open the stories and read the porn stash.
- Leucine posted more "for the sake of a lady"
- My penis now hard was now quite fap ready.
- When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
- But Sorcanon's Thousand sons updated they cheer!
- Chronicler too had Lich entertain
- till a few newfags about Lich did complain.
- More rapid than eagles his course he did choose
- to quit until he heard quite a few reader's boos!
- "Now Scooter! now, Tyko! now, Pale and lolpuuchu.
- They rallied and vented till their point came through!
- "We love your work Chron, So Please do not leave us all!
- Now Listen, do listen to the ANONS' Call."
- As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
- When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
- So up to Betty Spaghetti they went,
- and in all of their hands was steel and flint.
- And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
- A shit ton of clop gone in a poof.
- As I drew out my glock, and was turning around,
- Down the chimney was warforged ready to pound.
- He was dressed all in cheese, from his head to his foot,
- As this silly writer wrote with aether's favorite root.
- A bundle of hammers, he had on his back
- And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.
- Aether Came abound looking for his rush
- when spike popped out with some skywalker kush!
- they both took a hit and all they could see,
- was a werewolf alpha singing the prince and me..
- The stump of a pipe they both shared underneath,
- All the smoke had encircled their heads like a wreath.
- Wuten was back, turns out his corpse was spaghetti,
- And Sonic Boom was a sack filled with loads of jelly!
- Pale arrived with narrations oh so a plenty
- While the loch ness monster asked him for tree fiddy,
- And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself!
- My handiwork done, Chrons Phylactery on the shelf.
- He spoke not a word, Chron was fidgeting like a wreck,
- As I started playing songs from the anime Beck.
- And laying his finger aside of his nose,
- And hurling doom blades all were his foes!!
- He sprang to his vial, to the dead gave a whistle,
- And Up rose Tsarroman, Dashie and a Handogate's thistle.
- But I heard him exclaim, as he meld out of sight,
- "Go buck yourselves, and to me a good-night!"
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