deathwish01b
11-14-2007, 04:09 AM
This makes more sense if you visit www.homestarrunner.com on a regular basis and know a few things about the characters. As for why I'm posting this now instead of waiting until at least December...I figured I'd get it out of the way now so I don't feel obligated if for some reason I can't get on Christmas Eve.
(yes, I have actually sent this to the site, but I'm not sure if they've used it, since I hardly ever check anything other than SB Emails)
Anyway...
THE STRONG BAD BEFORE CHRISTMAS
Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house,
The only sound to be heard was the click of my mouse
As rad MP3s I downloaded with care,
In the hopes that no virus at all would be there.
As I waited for my dial-up connection to respond
I took a quick look out on the lawn
There by the light of the garbage-can fires
I beheld a red wagon with cinderblock tires.
It was pulled by a gray thing with elephant feet,
And a white pasty face made the package complete.
And in the wagon a-guarding a pillowcase plaid
Was yellow The Cheat and a Santa Strong Bad.
To the top of the roof the gray kid did strain,
I was sure that his shoulder received a sprain.
And down through the chimney, all covered with soot
The Cheat did descend, and unwisely stayed put.
"Watch out!" and then "Oof!" was all that he said,
As Strong Bad landed on The Cheat's little head.
Beneath the fir tree, for my young siblings' joys,
Strong Bad did deposit some old 80's toys.
First an Atari with one joystick did he leave,
Then two Transformers, of their weapons bereaved.
A Lite Brite with three pegs and a Mickey Mouse phone,
Rainbow Brite with but one arm to call her very own.
A half-eaten pizza, and cold ones times five,
The pie was so old, 'twas almost alive!
Unintelligible carols, the golden Cheat bleated
As Strong Bad my spam he gleefully DELETED.
I thought that for sure I was going to lose it
As he and The Cheat switched to armpit music.
He went to the fridge, ate the last of my Manwich
While The Cheat made do with a ketchup sandwich.
Then up to the roof these two pals did return,
"To the next house we go, let the rubber burn!"
The shingles did tumble, and Strong Sad did fall,
When the wagon landed on him, he started to bawl.
I heard Strong Bad exclaim as he was dragged out of sight:
"Screw this rhyming crap! Let's get out of here, all right?"
(yes, I have actually sent this to the site, but I'm not sure if they've used it, since I hardly ever check anything other than SB Emails)
Anyway...
THE STRONG BAD BEFORE CHRISTMAS
Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house,
The only sound to be heard was the click of my mouse
As rad MP3s I downloaded with care,
In the hopes that no virus at all would be there.
As I waited for my dial-up connection to respond
I took a quick look out on the lawn
There by the light of the garbage-can fires
I beheld a red wagon with cinderblock tires.
It was pulled by a gray thing with elephant feet,
And a white pasty face made the package complete.
And in the wagon a-guarding a pillowcase plaid
Was yellow The Cheat and a Santa Strong Bad.
To the top of the roof the gray kid did strain,
I was sure that his shoulder received a sprain.
And down through the chimney, all covered with soot
The Cheat did descend, and unwisely stayed put.
"Watch out!" and then "Oof!" was all that he said,
As Strong Bad landed on The Cheat's little head.
Beneath the fir tree, for my young siblings' joys,
Strong Bad did deposit some old 80's toys.
First an Atari with one joystick did he leave,
Then two Transformers, of their weapons bereaved.
A Lite Brite with three pegs and a Mickey Mouse phone,
Rainbow Brite with but one arm to call her very own.
A half-eaten pizza, and cold ones times five,
The pie was so old, 'twas almost alive!
Unintelligible carols, the golden Cheat bleated
As Strong Bad my spam he gleefully DELETED.
I thought that for sure I was going to lose it
As he and The Cheat switched to armpit music.
He went to the fridge, ate the last of my Manwich
While The Cheat made do with a ketchup sandwich.
Then up to the roof these two pals did return,
"To the next house we go, let the rubber burn!"
The shingles did tumble, and Strong Sad did fall,
When the wagon landed on him, he started to bawl.
I heard Strong Bad exclaim as he was dragged out of sight:
"Screw this rhyming crap! Let's get out of here, all right?"