Twas the Night Before Ghosts
Twas the night before Ghosts when all through the house
Not a non gamer was stirring not even my louse of a roommate
The headphones were hung by the chimney with great care
In hopes that COD Ghosts soon would be there;
The dogs, wives and children were drugged in their beds
While visions of “Pwnage” danced in my head;
When out in the line there arose such a clatter
Fifty12-year old kids whose COD brains I would son splatter;
Away to the front I flew like a flash,
Tore open the doors and busted some ass.
When what to my wondering eyes did appear
But 12 little cashiers who were pissed to be here.
With a little old manager so angry and quick,
I knew in a moment he must be a “dick.”
More rabid than beagles the gamers, they came,
And he whistled, and cursed, and called them by name:
Now, campers! now, aimbots! Now, ragers! and bitches!
On, Pwners, on Hackers, and Bitch ass Lag Switches!
To the front of the line to the top of the aisle
Now dash away! dash away dash away all!
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the bags; whilst still being a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the register he rose;
He sprang to his feet, to his cashiers gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he kicked us out right—
“Happy Ghosts night to all, and to all a good …. GFTO of my Store I’ll see you bitches online! (Gamertag: Sams-throbbing-club69”)