Last year's rip-off and edit of thricefreed's poem.
Twas days before Christmas and all through the net,
He searched for a holiday soulmate, but yet
His life is so empty he’s getting so old,
MD! He needs someone to cuddle and hold!
He poured over pages of women’s profiles,
He looked at the pictures and checked out the miles,
With each passing hour, he grew ever more glum
In all of the prospects, there wasn’t a plum.
Then out on the street there arose such a clatter,
He had to cease brooding and check out the matter.
He went to the window and peeked out the blind,
He had no idea, the gift there he'd find.
He rubbed his eyes, sure that it must be a dream:
A vision of beauty, it certainly did seem!
There parked in the road, right in front of his place,
A carful of ladies all dressed in fine lace!
Two they were blonde, one a brunette,
And the fourth, a red head all covered in net
But, who cares about hair, they were beauties all four,
In their hearts, he was sure, not bought from a store.
Up, up the stairs with their giggles and charm
Innocents all, babes straight from the farm.
He herded them gently, gave each a seat
Visions of hours of games, oh so sweet!
So, the day started bad and turned out all right,
And I'll tell you it was an incredible night.
Into a coma, he’s slipping away,
So let us all wish him a GREAT HOLIDAY!
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