Friday, 25 January 2008

It was the night of Winter-een-mas

And all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, except for a computer mouse

The games were piled on the shelf with care
In hopes that the gamers would soon be there

The fraggers were all nestled all snug in their beds
While visions of headshots danced through their heads

When out on the games lab there arose such a clatter,
I jumped on the LAN to see what was the matter

To open the Steam window I flew like a flash,
Fragged a few noobs and caused quite the clash

When all of a sudden I knew I should go
There was a Halo tournament in the room below

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
Good Lord, Winter-een-Mas was here

Merry Winter-een-mas, and to all a good frag

2 comments:

  1. flash and class don't rhyme. but meh :P

    has been a bad een-mass. I'm too tired to game :,(
    I click on a game then decide to keep lying down instead.

    Maybe I'm ill?
    *shrugs*

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  2. I've fixed it now. Thought of something else to say. =]

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