‘Twas two nights before Christmas,

And in a big chair,

There sat a thin chick,

She thought a few thoughts, and played with her hair.

Sudden she realized she was being a male reproductive organ.

“These mods are charged with a lot.”

She said aloud, as she smoked a little pot.

“They watch as we do what we shall,

Even us bumhats in WeChall.”

“We insult them all, ignoring their’ clout.

Spacekadt, to Phineas Poe, even Evil Trout!”

She shook her head, as she took a big toke.

“This Klan is nothing more than a brain-washing joke!”

She frowned as she tried to log in, and read on the screen,

“You’ve been banned”

And new all at once that she had been had.

“Well not anymore!” She said exclaimed with a bang.

“No more klutzes, or nutses, or getting hit on by Quang,

No more plotting with DeadPool,

Who think’s he’s so cool.”

She nodded, and with a little smile,

She typed out “Merry Christmas to all, I’m leaving this **** pile!”