'Twas the night before Kwanza
and in =4
The asylumites posted and rate-camped and swore.
The admins were angsty and brimming with hate
Looking for any chance to banninate.
Jophiel sat at his C64
While Atomicflea tapped her right foot on the floor.
"j00 pay no attention to me now I's jor wife"
Was the last thing she said as Joph thrust in the knife.
He cleaned off the blade and returned to his thread
Paying little attention to his wife, newly-dead.
At the Old Homos' Home, lovers Moebius & Totem
Were admiring the texture of each others' *******
But in-between love games they loved it the most
When they finished each blow-job with a venom-filled post.
At the GOP Offices gbaji was scribbling
Each conspiracy theory fuelling his dribbling
As he rambled and ranted it soon became clear
That his ability to keep to the metre of this poem was significantly compromised so that's the reason for the disproportionate length of this line that you hear.
The echo of Banjos was heard in the air
As the allafemmes posted while brushing their hair.
Each munching on minge, with verve and with passion
Comparing notes on the next pubic fashion.
No men were allowed in their boudoir that night
Although Samira's beard caused a bit of a fright.
Tare and Nadenu and DeadsideDemon
Chose to celebrate love without wieners or *****.
With exploring tongues did they tickle and tease,
But then Nephthys stormed in with his usual "Pics Please"
Meanwhile in the depths of an erotic dungeon
Darqflame was scheming on her next trip to London.
As she oiled up the bullwhip (her favoUrite hobby)
She pondered who'd be the next victim after n0bby.
In a backwater farm with a tear in his eye
Barkingturtle sat down and began to cry.
His goats had rejected his lustful advances
So he schemed about visiting more Men Only dances.
As they kissed 'neath the boughs of their 1st Kwanza Tree
Smasharoo and his Nexa both chuckled with glee.
As Smash turned to his paramour, eyes all aglow
Nexa noticed the butt-plug and quickly said "No!"
So the admins fell silent, with nothing to do
As the forum, deserted, was silent as poo.
But when Kwanza is over and Santa's laid off his elves
We'll be back to the usual "Go FUck yourselves!"