apologies to
Clement Moore, who wrote the actual poem.
Twas the night before C!mas, and all through Bauhaus,
Every noder was coding, busy as a mouse
there was dem bones, nate, juliet and jessicapierce
there were silly nodes, GTKY nodes, angry and fierce
factual writeups, hamster stories, political tripe, there was even some lay off the girl shit-written in spite
But what to a wondering throng would appear, but a red shirted EDB, with nude lesbian theologists near
They took over the ads, rewrote the logo
gutted the cool archive and started a homepage for Yoko
It seemed there was no end to the trouble they could cause,
'til Cow of Doom and thefez arrived to applause
Would they sent them away? Would they seriously nuke them?
Would they borg the big Borg, would they force them to read-What to do with your hands, when you have too much semen on them?
No, the two troopers erected a perlC, as pretty as you please, built from hemlock, mistletoe and Toasterleavings. "It's a gift for you all, can you see the significance?"
The Borg just grunted and sputtered-
Your ideas about politics and religion have already occured to others!
Then junkpile appeared with Juliet and friends, they told a sad tale about lost family and friends. The Borg's heart was touched, the lesbians smiled, "maybe we could stay and play Everything games for a while!"
The crowd, overjoyed, hooted and hollered. It was a party for the ages, all ages invited.
Later that night, as most noders headed home, stand/alone/bitch turned off the green noder light,
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a C! NIGHT.