Twas the night before Critsmas, when all through the lookout
Not a player was stirring, not even a scout.
The sentry were hung by the choke point with care,
In hopes that some noob will be charging in there.
The RED team were nestled all snug in their spawn,
While visions of winning were sprayed on the the Lawn.
And heavy with his sasha and I using a Kritzkrieg
Had just settled down low and wished our teams were in the the same league
When out on the spawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the teleporter to see what was the matter.
Away to the last point I flew like a flash,
Tore open the fenced doors and round up the sasha.
The uber on the breast of the new-fallen glow
Gave the luster of explosions to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But an uncloaking spy, and butterfly knife sheared.
With his little fedora, he was so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be that dead ringing prick.
More rapid than an eagle his curses he came,
And he snorted, and shouted, and he even had my own name.
"That's medics a spy! Heavy! Spy, Achtung Spy!
Spy, Heavy! Spy, Turn around! spy, Spy fatass noob SPY!!
Spy behind you! on the top of the wall!
Now turn around and away! Turn around! Turn around all!"
As a bag of cement that before the wild hurricane fly,
When that knife meets with an obstacle, you mount to the sky.
So up to the house-top the more curses flew,
With my heavy back stabbed, my uber seemed to be wasted too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the my team came storming in bound.
That Spy was dressed all in Jarate, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were now flamed and turned tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of stickies had flung on his back,
He tried to re-disguise by just opening his smoke pack.
We sprang and capped his last point, to his team gave a jeering
And away they all ran away like the down of a thistle.
But I exclaimed, as they ran out of sight,
"Happy Critsmas to all, and to all a good-night!"
Not a player was stirring, not even a scout.
The sentry were hung by the choke point with care,
In hopes that some noob will be charging in there.
The RED team were nestled all snug in their spawn,
While visions of winning were sprayed on the the Lawn.
And heavy with his sasha and I using a Kritzkrieg
Had just settled down low and wished our teams were in the the same league
When out on the spawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the teleporter to see what was the matter.
Away to the last point I flew like a flash,
Tore open the fenced doors and round up the sasha.
The uber on the breast of the new-fallen glow
Gave the luster of explosions to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But an uncloaking spy, and butterfly knife sheared.
With his little fedora, he was so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be that dead ringing prick.
More rapid than an eagle his curses he came,
And he snorted, and shouted, and he even had my own name.
"That's medics a spy! Heavy! Spy, Achtung Spy!
Spy, Heavy! Spy, Turn around! spy, Spy fatass noob SPY!!
Spy behind you! on the top of the wall!
Now turn around and away! Turn around! Turn around all!"
As a bag of cement that before the wild hurricane fly,
When that knife meets with an obstacle, you mount to the sky.
So up to the house-top the more curses flew,
With my heavy back stabbed, my uber seemed to be wasted too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the my team came storming in bound.
That Spy was dressed all in Jarate, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were now flamed and turned tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of stickies had flung on his back,
He tried to re-disguise by just opening his smoke pack.
We sprang and capped his last point, to his team gave a jeering
And away they all ran away like the down of a thistle.
But I exclaimed, as they ran out of sight,
"Happy Critsmas to all, and to all a good-night!"