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- From: USA, GA
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Posted by erush
on Tuesday, December 2, 2003 9:01 AM
Ok, sorry it's long as it's the whole thing. Y'all see what you can come up with to improve on it for me!! ![Big Smile [:D]](/FSM/CS/emoticons/icon_smile_big.gif) I'm not much of a poet. ![Tongue [:P]](/FSM/CS/emoticons/icon_smile_tongue.gif) Help me clean this up some!!
Edit: Made a few changes
‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the camp
Not a German was stirring, not even a Maus,
The rifles were stacked 'round the Krispy Kremes with care,
In hopes that the Allies soon would be there;
The soldiers were nestled all snug on their cots,
While visions of buffet's danced in their heads,
Dave Voss in his kerchief and General Sherm in his cap,
Had just settled down for a short winters nap.
When out on the front lines there arose such a clatter,
Shermie sprang from his bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window he flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and the blackout sash.
The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow
Gave the luster of mid-day to the Big Chicken below
When, what to Sherms wondering eyes should appear
But two 1/16 Tigers and eight German grenadiers
With a little old driver so lively and quick
Sherm knew in a moment it must be ol Wip(w)
More rapid than panzers his grenadiers they came
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
Now Erock! Now, erush! Now, J-Hulk and Okie’!
On Moses! On, Lizardqing! On Domi and Keyworth!
To the top of the sandbags! To the top of the wall!
Now Fill away! Sand away! Paint away all!
As dry leaves that before the wild blitzkrieg fly
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up to the bunker top the grenadiers they flew
With a Tiger full of noise, and Wipw too.
And then in a twinkling Sherm heard on the roof
The thumpin and clumping of each hobnail boot
As Sherm drew in his belly and was turning around,
Down the chimney Wipw came with a bound.
He was dressed all in gray from his head to his foot
And his uniform was tarnished with mud, fuel and soot
A bundle of armor kits he’d flung on his back
And he looked like a modeler just opening his pack
His eyes how they twinkled, his dimples how merry
His cheeks were like rose wash, his nose, Future’d cherry
His mouth was drawn up like stretched sprue in a bow
And the beard of his chin, white washed like the snow
The stump of a paint brush he held tight in his teeth
And dust from his sanding circled like a wreath
He had a broad face and a little round belly
But Sherm laughed and said, “I got you there fella!”
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly ol modeler
And Sherm laughed when he saw him, in spite of himself
A wink of his eye and a twist of his dremal
Soon gave Sherm to know he had nothing to dread
He spoke not a word, went straight to his work,
Building a Sherman, then turned with a jerk
And laying an x-acto along side his nose
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose
He sprang to his Tiger, to his team gave a roar
And away they all rumbled like the dogs of war
But Sherm heard him exclaim ere he drove out of site
"HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO Y'ALL A GOOD-MODELING NIGHT!"
Eric
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