Mustang Boards - The Official Mustang Forums Christmas Poem

Twas the night before Christmas
and all through my house
Not a creature was stirring cause Stang00 ate the mouse
The MT boys were hung like a new born squirrel
In hopes that Santa Slither soon would bring them a girl
Badfish was nestled all snug in his bed,
While visions of Ol' Yeller did burn outs in his head;
Jack in his 'minivan, and Mattj with his blonde hair,
Had just settled down, spooning with care,
When out on the boards there arose an old thread,
Another damn noob bringing back a topic that's dead.
Away to the "post reply" I flew like a flash,
Badfish beat me to it, with pics of his hash.
The moon on Gregs mullet, oh what a site
He got kicked out of NJIT on this wintery night,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But Lanch with his jean shorts, he looks like a queer,
With little white socks, and a butt like and elf,
PcolaV6 wanted to mount him like a trophy on his shelf.
More rapid than Venoms car, his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called Lance a name;
"Now, old man! now, pic whore! now, Mr. Cobra and Mr. Bald Head!
On, WaterDr! on MaddMatt! on, WhiteSaleen and Cledd!
To the end of the street! to the end of the track!
Now race away! race away! and then we'll talk smack!"
As Foncarelli's car breaks down because of his SC setup
I can tell he is pissed, because the Juggernaut is fedup,
So up the tow truck goes his car being pulled,
Danny boy is a fag, none of us are being fooled.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard at my door
It was Stanggrl, yes the one Danny called a whore
As I unlocked my door, and was turning around,
Damn its just Greg with his deer hunting hound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his shins,
And his clothes made of rabbit that he had just skinned
A bundle of car parts and a empty can of skoal,
From his poor blue car, that was smashed into a pole.
His eyes -- they were bloodshot! THAT DAMN JACK AND COKE!
His farts from Applebees, damn, I'm gonna choke!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
He looked at me and said, SLITHER you're a HO;
He yelled, SLITHER you get too butt hurt
Bend Elmo over and give him a squirt;
Now Greg, we all know you shouldn't say that
Don't make fun of Stang00 or call him fat.
He is chubby and plump, a regular Don Vito,
But there's the original porker that runs this show;
Yes, Badfish holds his trophey up high
And he looks to Santa Slither with a tear in his eye;
Why Santa Slither, must you be so cool
It's because I know how to drive my car, I'm not in highschool
I don't take it down dirt roads or bend my frame,
And giving a nod, he said bitch say my name;
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, as he drove through the night,
"Happy Christmas to all, and please join my site."

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