Twas the night before Yuletide
And all through the group
Not a poster was posting,
('cept for trolls posting poop.)

Most of us snuggled
Out on the back lawn
While elders told old tales
And awaited the dawn

I (in my blankets and froze to my toes)
Remembered the story, and here's how it goes:

"One night on a newsgroup, far, far away
With nothing to do, and hell, nothing to say
A small meager being came into this place
It squawked with pure nonsense
We sighed in distaste...

"Of Nazi's, Of pagan's, Of witches, Of snits
On topic, off topic, and just full of sh*t
To the top of the post (or the bottom, if not)
Annoying the masses, the ignorant snot.

"Now, I like wine with dinner but not whine with cheese
Her Craft was the cheesiest (no seconds, please)
Quickly the newsgroup had all had their fill
But still meager lingered like yesterday's swill

"With our heads together we came up with a plot
A spell to get rid of this insipid snot
A red thread, a green thread, a white thread, a blue
Some grave dirt, a few nails, a worn out old shoe

"Meager started to tremble, a horrible state
She tried to kill file us but it was too late
More rapid than addicts hyped on crystal meth
She found herself faced with the Blue Screen of Death

"Type though she might, she just couldn't reboot
Thanks to that shoe firmly shoved up her snoot
A lesson was learned upon that fateful night
If you take up a flag you best take it up right"

As the sun started to rise, the tale came to an end
We heaved a deep sigh and thought, Never again.

For dealing with Witches is quite bad enough
But when they're net savvy, the playing gets rough
Before you post, think, if you have half a brain
Or you'll suffer the fate of the Meager inane.

thanx 4 the

made me think of my sock puppet Grinch