Planetarium holiday 1hr delay: now 6:30am-7:15am
Twas the Gloom before Christmas, when All the Boondockers
Not a MWF PAX was stirring, not even at Fockers;
The Coupons were hung by the Shed with care,
In hopes that St. DK soon would be there;
The other AOs were nestled all snug in their beds;
While visions of Jazzhands and Yankavich Manatees danced in their heads;
And Whitebread in his white ‘kerchief, and I (Honeycomb) in my Boondocks Mudgear Pullover and RuckSack,
Had just settled our brains on skipping out on a long winter’s Fartsack,
When out on the Planetarium lawn there arose such a clatter, like a bunch of Murder Bunnies in the Parking lot I had to see what was the matter.
Away to the car window I turned like Supermans and Bananas,
Tore open my door and threw up the back to get the American Flag and my Bandanas.
The moon behind the breast of unfortunate 40% rain,
Gave a lustre through the clouds which we dismissed in vain,
When what to my wondering eyes did appears,
But a Ginormous Winkie and eight possible FNGs?… nope Boondocks/Patriot peers,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:
“Now, Rap Ninja! now, Virginia Slims! now Hallpass and Squishy!
On, Layover! on, Swag! on, BrownTail and Ruby!
To the curb in the trail! to the Baseball field wall!
Now mosey away! mosey away! mosey away all!”
As leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with a Man-Maker, held high to the sky;
So up to the Dog Park the coursers they flew
With Coupons on Shoulders, and St. DK too—
And then, a Shooting-Star, a common Boondocks event, Regards to All and a Merry Christmas sent!
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