'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through GLB
Not a person was talking shit, not even the BBB;
The predictions were done by Rob without care,
We knew in the Championship the UG would not be there;
The B's and the Pounders snuggled warm in their beds,
While visions of trophies danced in their heads;
With Biek riding the bench, and no level caps,
The B's were looking for mercs they could quickly nab,
When out in the forums arose such a clatter,
We all logged in to see what was the matter.
To the thread I clicked in red hot flash,
To the posts from the past I made such a dash.
The signing of more mercs and the "who us oh no"
Gave the illusion the B's were not in the know,
When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
A whole lists of players recruited last year,
With push of reply, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment I would sound like a dick.
More rapid than eagles the B's defenders they came,
The guy with the gay dog avatar, I know not his name;
"Now, Shooter! now, Dorsett! now, Estevez and Mo!
On, Vito! on Reeper! on, Elite and Loco!
To the top of the conference! to the top of the polls!
Now recruit, now recruit, let's fill up any holes!"
As sad as Biek now 3rd on the depth chart,
When they meet with an obstacle, they bring in the mercs like its an art.
So up to AA they will once again go
And then, in a twinkling, in BBB they show.
The excuses come flying as does cyring in their hands
And viola once again in Canada A they will land.
They've made a mistake they will all excalim loudly
Beating teams half their level they will thump their chest proudly.
Their stadium built out, and their players with riches;
No matter how many they win, they are all still bitches.
From Oronis, Kevkor, Ortepp, Oscar, and Rob,
They can suck on our dicks like it's corn on the cob.
This may be weak but they know I am right,
"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good-night."
