'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the site
The only members posting had stayed up for the night;
The avatars were jolly, the sigs were too,
Everyone participated except a few jews;
Freelancer was nestled all smug in his bed,
While visions of monitors danced in his head;
And out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
'lancer sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
"It better not be snowing, I shoveled all day!
Everyone knows I think snow's really gay;"
Out on the lawn he saw a snowman with a sign,
It said, "Freelancer stop posting and please don't you whine;"
"What the fuck?!" he exclaimed, "my posting ain't shitty,"
He glared at the message signed "Mod a City;"
Back on the forums, the Australians are posting,
Complaining about the weather and how they're all roasting;
This heat wave is unnatural! The governments at fault,
I'll see you guys later, I'm going to hide in my vault;
ATTN: Bod, wake up and smell the dirt,
There are certain advantages to wearing a shirt;
First of all, I know you're a proud male,
But please understand, you're not Saxton Hale;
Over in quick crit, some noob's posting work,
If you want a nice reply, use shot tags you jerk;
Snafuhrer rolls in and surveys the scene,
You've got no hope in hell, that model's obscene!
"Just follow these steps, it's okay if you're new,"
"That's not a tutorial, that's just telling me what to do;"
Inferno comes by and says, "get good or get lost,"
"I wouldn't be suprised if you did that with eyes crossed,"
"Your all assholes, i wont do what im told!"
His mistake was clear: that noob just got trolled;
Don't debate with Kyon, it doesn't matter how deep you delve,
From experience I know it ends with "lol what are you twelve?"
Now my bed calls and rhyming gets boring,
"I'm gettin kinda tired and I'll see you in the morning."
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