The Glade 4.0

Twas the night before Christmas when all through the Glade
Not a Poster was stirring not even a Camel or Moose.

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Dream as if you'll live forever...
...Live as if you'll die tomorrow

Vivere Senza Rimpianti

When what to my wandering eye did appear, but a crazy old man and his stein of beer!

I stirred! It was a rum highball, but still!

Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!

Oh, and in keeping with the theme...

The stocks were hung by the chimney with care, in hopes that Mr. Khross would soon be there!

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In time, this too shall pass.

The Gladers were nestled all snug in their bunks..
While posts from Hellfire danced in their heads.

And Kate in her kerchief and Fox in his cap
Had just settled their laptops down for a long winters nap.

When out in the Forum there arose dozens of protests..
The moderators sprang from their beds, to read the many notices...

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Dream as if you'll live forever...
...Live as if you'll die tomorrow

Vivere Senza Rimpianti

It was a celebration, Kim Jong Il was no more
He shall not be missed nor the glasses he wore

The Gladers did shots of rompompe
"Hooray Kim Jong Il is dead, oh what happy day!"

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"It's real, grew up in trife life, the times of white lines
The hype vice, murderous nighttimes and knife fights invite crimes" - Nasir Jones

Then something struck Müs, an imminent thought.
Rompompe? What the hell is this draught!

Quick like a shot, to the googles he fled
to see what shall soon be affecting his head

After searching the googles, the Müs, he refrained
An eggnog like beverage is what Wiki explained

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Holy shitsnacks!

thought/draught?

thawt/draft?

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"Dress cops up as soldiers, give them military equipment, train them in military tactics, tell them they’re fighting a ‘war,’ and the consequences are predictable." —Radley Balko

Ok ok, it's a pretty bad attempt there. I am indeed hoist by mine own petard there.

But it *looks* good

And I've always pronounced it (wrongly I see now) as drot Knowing my heritage, I should be ashamed. I'll now have to drink a pint of something bitter and awful for penance.

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Holy shitsnacks!

When what to my wondering eyes did bring pause
But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny llamas

With a little old driver who groped a young miss
I knew in a wink in must be Taskiss.

More rapid than eagles his llamas they came
And he whistled and shouted and called them by name.

On Dash, er, on DE, now Oonagh, now Taamar
On Talya, on Sassy, on Fester and Rynar

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The U. S. Constitution doesn't guarantee happiness, only the pursuit of it. You have to catch up with it yourself. B. Franklin

"A mind needs books like a sword needs a whetstone." -- Tyrion Lannister, A Game of Thrones

Heheh, Arafys, you made me pronounce it "drot" too. I'm glad you gave yourself the proper punishment.

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"Dress cops up as soldiers, give them military equipment, train them in military tactics, tell them they’re fighting a ‘war,’ and the consequences are predictable." —Radley Balko