A Drood Christmas

[Tilluni]

A Dr00d Christmas <br> <br>The Night Before PoP<br><br>Twas the night before PoP, when all through the plane<br>Not an element was stirring, not even Karana's rain,<br>The n00b33s were hung by suspense in the air,<br>In hopes that Ro, Solusek soon would be there.<br><br>The halflings were nestled all snug in their bed,<br>While visions of ub3rl00t danced in their heads,<br>And Firona in her horn-helm, and I in my cap,<br>Had just settled Cazic's brains for emergency patch crap...<br><br>When out on the forums there arose such a flame,<br>I sprang from the futon to see who was to blame.<br>Away to Eqlive I flew like a bard,<br>Tore open the spoliers and put myself on guard.<br><br>Firona's breast of the new-fallen lava<br>Gave the lustre of mid-day to web objects java,<br>What appeared more silly then EQ weddings,<br>But a miniature hyperlink, and eight tiny headings,<br><br>With a little old sig, all it read was "merf",<br>I knew in a moment it must be St. Nerf.<br>More rapid than flurrys his balancing came,<br>And we cried while he broadcasted, and we called them lame:<br><br>"No Bashing! no AAing! no Poisons or Discs!<br>No Ice Comet! No Bardsongs! Just Monk Skills for Nisk!<br>To the top of the planes! to the bugged mobs in the wall!<br>Now crash away! crash away! crash away all!"<br><br>As dry mouths that before the wild torment die,<br>When they meet with an obstacle, all the druids cry,<br>So up through the forums the balances flew,<br>With the list full of bugs, and St. Nerf's post too.<br><br>And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the grove<br>The prancing and pawing of each little wolf.<br>As I drew in my head, and was turning around,<br>Down on the druids St. Nerf came like a hound.<br><br>He was dressed all in dog-fur, from his boots to his mantle<br>And his words carried weight as the druid necks hackle<br>A bundle of nerfs he had flung on his back,<br>And he looked like a tradeskiller just opening his pack.<br><br>His eyes -- how they twinkled -- the druids weren't merry!<br>Their cheeks were all puffed up, their noses were wary!<br>His droll little comeback was drawn up like a death-sentence,<br>And then druids knew their new skills were a pittance.<br><br>The piece of gnome sandwhich was wedged in his teeth,<br>And his smokes, they were nerfed in the beta you freaks.<br>He had a broad font and a little round smiley<br>That shook, bounced, and laughed, like a multicolor jelly.<br><br>He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old ogre,<br>And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of his boger.<br>A wink of his good eye and an itch of his butt<br>Soon gave me to know he had nothing but gut.<br><br>He spoke no coherent word, but went straight to his work,<br>And smacked all the druids; and called them all "jerk",<br>And laying his finger straight up from his fist,<br>And giving a nod, the druids got his jist.<br><br>He sprang to his keyboard, gave the dev team a whistle,<br>And away they all flew like an incoming missile.<br>But I heard him exclaim, ere he ducked out of sight,<br>"Happy Cheal to all, except druids tonight!" <br><br><br>written by: <br>Baidas<br>Bard of Rising Legacy <br><br><br> <br> <p>Tilluni Tipplefoot <br>Treehugger with Heart and Soul!<br><br>Protector of M´Glow!<br><br></p><i></i>