Twas the night before the night before Xmas of 2002
Pat was bored at work - "What can I do?"

He listened to tunes on the radio,
but that soon grew boring. Then he said, "I know!!"

And he logged on to blogger, and he posted this poem.
Which will mercifuly be a short little tome. (what?? they can't all be gems)

At home, the gifts were all wrapped and with label.
At work, Pat took a cookie off of the snack room table.

He munched on the sweet little red and green tree,
and thought of Jupe as he typed out "hee hee!"

The cookie was done, and his mouth was now dry.
He drank up his water and said with a sigh,

"I wish that I had a Pepsi to drink.
And also that rhyming words required not to think."

But all was not dark for Pat at that time,
he'd be going home soon. Oops! That didn't rhyme.

So Pat ate lots of cookies, and other great snacks
and mildly wondered about sugar attacks.

And if all this eating, and no exercise
would soon leave him needing new pants. New pants SUPER SIZE.

He shrugged, and his stomach jiggled like a bowl full of jelly.
(This is what happens when your job is just watchin' the telly.)

But Pat was still young, and lazy to boot
so his health was not as important as loot.

And loot there would be, in just 48 hours.
(He hoped that this year Santa'd give him super powers)

Yes, Xmas was only two days away
And Pat suddenly realized he had nothing left to say.

But I heard him exclaim as he logged out of the site
"Aren't you guys glad that I don't write poems every night?"