TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS

[Clang McFly]

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the Kingdom of Mock
Not a creature was stirring, not even a troll sock.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there.

The Mockers were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of Sally's hooters danced in their heads.
And User in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s fap.

When out on the moat there arose such a Clang,
I sprang from User's arms and uttered a "Dang!".
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up last nights corned beef hash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny troll queer.

That's as far I got, I now have writers block. Bah.

I like it. I'd just make one small change.

(I too have writer's block and don't know where else I'd work my name into it.)