A poem for an MD christmas
- 11.12.2008
- Categorized in: Amusing Lore
Twas the night before Christmas
And throughout magic duel
Not a soul to be found
Save for bob and his tool.
The snow was falling
The presents were wrapped
Dst came to bob
And swiftly was slapped
The ground was cold
Pressed up to his face
But he picked himself up
And started to race
Away from the tree
Our DST fled
And got swallowed up
By I am bored’s head.