Posted: 12/21/2009 12:49:45 PM EDT
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Gentlemen,
I'd like to post the poem I wrote this afternoon for all of my right to bear arms friends at AR15.com. Please post or delete if this is unacceptable. Doug Wells 'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; My Glock 21 hung by my bedside with care, In hopes that no criminal would enter my lair; The children were nestled all snug in their beds, Each with a 410 under their beds; And mamma in her 'teddy, me laying on my rump, Had just settled down after a nice bump, When on the back porch there arose such a clatter, I grabbed my M4 to see what was the matter. Away to the window I flew like a flash, Adding two more spare mags to my belt as I dashed. The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow Gave the lustre of mid-day to 4 criminals below, When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But four more hooded perps coming up from the rear, With a little cinder block, so lively and quick, They’d crack the back window by throwing that brick! More rapid than eagles, my M4 took aim, I whistled, and shouted, and called them by name; "Now, Dirtbag! Now, Scumbag! Now, Buttface and Quief! Yo, Asshole! Yo Dufus! Yo, Nutsak and Thief! To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall! You better find cover or I’ll shoot you all! As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, The flash of my muzzle lit up the sky! So up to the house-top the coursers they flew, And out of my riffle .223 spewed. And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof A wounded perp died, his life expired…poof! As I drew in my head, and was turning around, Down the chimney a thug came in with a bound. I was ready for him before his foot hit the floor I had already switched mags and was shooting steal core! A sawed of shot gun he had flung on his back But before he could grab it I dropped that nutsak! His eyes –– how they rolled to the back of his head It was clear from his pose this lawbreaker was dead His droll little mouth was drawn up in a groan “You came to rob me…you’re the one who got boned! The muzzle of my gun was still venting off smoke These guys were well armed but their technique was a joke! He had a dirty fat face and a fat oozing belly, I could have found him with my eyes closed, Lord was he smelly! The rest of the perps; each screaming for help! And I laughed when I heard them, in spite of myself; A wink of my eye and a twist of my head, I drew down on the cross hairs, Bang, bang, bang! Three more dead! I spoke not a word, but went straight back to work, I squeezed on my trigger working hard not to jerk, Down went the next one, a shot right through his nose There were just two more left about to get hosed! They sprang to their feet and started to run The Grim Reaper of death leaped from my gun! But I heard one exclaim, ere he started to die, We picked the wrong house…and met the wrong guy. I apologize to those who feel this is wrong But without gun freedom, our freedoms’ not long. Keep your family well armed and shoot all your groups tight! "Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night." |
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I like it. Only thing I would change would be instead of
"When on the back porch there arose such a clatter, I grabbed my M4 to see what was the matter.' I would say "When on the back porch there arose such a clatter, I sprang from my wife to see what was the matter." 
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Gentlemen, I'd like to post the poem I wrote this afternoon for all of my right to bear arms friends at AR15.com. Please post or delete if this is unacceptable. Doug Wells 'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; My Glock 21 hung by my bedside with care, next thing of which I was aware Was a rumble a flash a bang a kaboom and that Glock done vaporized my room 
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