The Night before Signing Day

Twas the night before LOI, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even Spirit Horse who called to the Elders to beg for Gordon and Tremblay to sign,
The lube were by the computers placed with care,
In hopes that Teen Boys' letters would soon be there;
Dennis and Coker were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of teen boys danced in their heads;
When out on the trail there arose such a clatter,
Coker sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window He flew like baabs to flag a poast with no pics,
Tore open the lube and pull down his sweats,
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St.Pete?
More rapid than shots Dennis and Coker Yankoff'd,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now, Kaho! now, Yankoff! now, Sirmon and Auzzy (hi)!
On, Hampton ! on, Culp ! on, Spkier and Curne! (Fuck off Gino)
To the top of the boreds! to the top of the fax!
Now sign away! Sign away! Sign away all!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,

With the sleigh full of Boys, and St. Pete too.
And then, in a twinkling, Dennis heard on the roof
The screams and grunt of each little poaster.
As Dennis drew in his head, and was turning around,
Down the fax The LOI came with a bound.
He was dressed in Grubby sweatpants and Sweatershirt, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with stains and mom's love;
A bundle of Boys he had flung on his back.
His cheeks were like roses bowls, his nose like a chode ;
The blunt he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath
His grubby pants came off and the spirit horse neighed oh what a glorious day!