A piece of poetry from the last day of the old Voat..Credit to @TripleZ (whatever)
submitted by OoklaTheMok to whatever 2.5 years ago
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'Twas the night before voat died, when all through the house
Not a subversive jew was stirring, not even a Strauss;
The voaters were hanging by their laptops everywhere,
In hopes that St. Putt would decide to be fair.
With goats all nestled all snug in their stalls
Bahhhing, laughing and swinging their balls
@Tallest_Skil in her ladies wear, and @gabara in his cap,
Had just settled down for their mutual fap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
gabara sprang from his bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window gabara flew like @Reverse-Flash,
He thought that @mikenigger was stealing his cash
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,
Gave a lustre of midday to objects below,
When what to gabara's wondering eyes did appear,
But eight tiny sleigh goats all drinking beer
In front @KosherHiveKicker denouncing the jews,
It was clear in a moment he was on to their ruse.
With Kosh in the lead, so lively and quick,
@MaroonSaint yelled out "Hey show me your dick".
More rapid than eagles these mini goats came,
Kosh whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now, @jerry! now, @HeyGeorge! now @ardvarcus and @Jiggggg!
On @watts2db!, On, @AntiMason!, On @Nadeshda, On @TyroneBigg(ums)
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"
As nigs that before police always run like hell ,
But when they are caught by the po po, they always do smell;
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Kosher too.
And then, in a twinkling, gabara heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little goat hoof.
As he drew in his head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Kosher came with a bound.
He was dressed all in goatskins, from his head to his foot,
His clothes covered in swastikas, he shouted godddamn you Putt;
A bundle of jews he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a Nazi not taking any flak.
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
Smoke from the ovens, around his head like a wreath;
He had an AK and AR and a boatload of ammo,
That popped when he fired, every round going BLAMMO.
He was hard core and based, a right nasty old goat,
gabara saluted when he saw him and gave him an upvote.
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
Since gabara is white, he had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And gassed all the jews; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a heil hitler, up the chimney he rose;
He sprang to his sleigh, to his goats gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like a goddamn cruise missile.
But I heard him exclaim, as he drove out of view—
“Happy Christmas to all, and fuck all the jews!"
