A xmas poem for all of you here.
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From: south western NYS Latitude: 42.34 N, Longitude: 78.46 W
A xmas poem for all of you here.
Please enjoy the poem below, I modded it myself oh and Merry Xmas to all.
'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through this board
Not a member was posting, not even the gator.
There stockings were hung on their ford grills with care,
In hopes that ST. NICHOLAS with many Mod’s soon would be there.
The members were nestled all snug in their truck beds,
While visions of horsepower danced in their heads.
And mamma in her 'kerchief, and Doug in his cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a lightning flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave excellent luster to my F-150 below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer.
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be ROCK PICK..
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name.
"Now, HABIBI! now,! JOHNGS now, ODIN and GREEN
On, LIFEGUARDJOE on RUNNERT! on, CLONETEK on, NEAL and !RTKILLA.
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of mod’s and ROCK PICK too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Down the chimney rock pick came with a bound.
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 mod’s he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.
His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, and he chirped like a canary!
The drool in his little mouth was ready to go,
The slime on his beard was as white as the snow.
The stump of a blunt he 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 laughed like a bowlful of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself.
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me chills but I did not want to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings; but he looked like a jerk,
And laying his finger inside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose.
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, as he drove out of sight,
"HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO ALL,
AND Have a Merry F-150 GOOD-NIGHT."
Neal is in there he is the 2nd to last raindeer..
NEAL 
'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through this board
Not a member was posting, not even the gator.
There stockings were hung on their ford grills with care,
In hopes that ST. NICHOLAS with many Mod’s soon would be there.
The members were nestled all snug in their truck beds,
While visions of horsepower danced in their heads.
And mamma in her 'kerchief, and Doug in his cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a lightning flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave excellent luster to my F-150 below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer.
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be ROCK PICK..
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name.
"Now, HABIBI! now,! JOHNGS now, ODIN and GREEN
On, LIFEGUARDJOE on RUNNERT! on, CLONETEK on, NEAL and !RTKILLA.
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of mod’s and ROCK PICK too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Down the chimney rock pick came with a bound.
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 mod’s he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.
His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, and he chirped like a canary!
The drool in his little mouth was ready to go,
The slime on his beard was as white as the snow.
The stump of a blunt he 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 laughed like a bowlful of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself.
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me chills but I did not want to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings; but he looked like a jerk,
And laying his finger inside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose.
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, as he drove out of sight,
"HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO ALL,
AND Have a Merry F-150 GOOD-NIGHT."
Neal is in there he is the 2nd to last raindeer..
NEAL
Last edited by buckdropper; Dec 13, 2003 at 10:31 AM.
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From: Indy
Excellent work Buck!
But apparently some of us aren't sticking aren't sticking out enough to be inlcuded...
you gotta get Raoul and his goats in there somehow!
Hey RP, it looks like you are paying for all the mods this Christmas season!
But apparently some of us aren't sticking aren't sticking out enough to be inlcuded...
you gotta get Raoul and his goats in there somehow!
Hey RP, it looks like you are paying for all the mods this Christmas season!
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From: the moral high ground
Originally posted by 36fan
...you gotta get Raoul and his goats in there somehow...
...you gotta get Raoul and his goats in there somehow...
Bathsheeba was really upset and said she would be leaving a little something in front of buckdroppers' door come Christmas and she hoped he wouldn't be wearing any shoes when he goes out for his Paper (whatever that means).
That's not the way I feel you understand, it's these damn talking goats I have.
I was glad to be left out because all the Members that were mentioned are well known as being the site troublemakers.
I'm not bitter, not me. No.
p.s.
Are you going to have a New Years' poem?
Raoul ryhmes with
cool
drool
fool
ghoul
pool
rule
stool
tool
and don't worry about the goats, they can't read anyway.
Remember it wasn't me that crapped in front of your door on Christmas Eve. It came from a very large goat.
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