MonaLisa
New member
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the club
not a person was dancing, not even a scrub.
The ladies were in the bathroom, fixing their hair
in hopes that the freestyle file soon would be there.
The men were all drunk and ready for their beds,
while visions of Zoe danced in their heads.
And I at the bar, along with Krystal and Liz
had just sat down to order a Raspberry Fizz
When out on the roof there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my stool to see what was the matter.
Away to the front I flew like a flash,
tore open the door, as I put away my cash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
gave the lustre of midday to objects below,
when, what to my wondering eyes should appear before us,
but 5 awesome DJs and eight freestyle artists.
With a corona in one hand, voice deep and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be HighTech.
More rapid than eagles, his courses they came,
and he whistled and shouted and called them by name:
"Now Ashley! Now Manny!
Now, Soave and Nyasia!
On, Coro ! On, Safire!
On, GL and Tonasia!
To the top of the club!
To the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away!
Dash away all!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
when they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky
so up to the club-top the courses they flew,
with the Porshe full of music, and DJ Paradise too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard up above
the planet rock beat and lyrics of love.
As I drew in my head and was turning around,
through the door DJ Paradise came with a bound.
He was dressed all in black, from his head to his feet,
wearing his file jersey, making his outfit complete.
A bundle of cds he had clutched in his hand,
and he looked like he was ready for what he had planned.
His eyes--hidden behind glasses! His dimples, how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
The rest of the file behind him, setting up the show.
The neck of a beer bottle he held tight in his fingers,
and the crowd came alive as he introduced the singers.
He had a broad face and a little beer belly,
that shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly.
He was there with Tech,June,Tim and Benny BlanxXx,
the club was now bumpin', I had to give thanks
in a wink of his eye and a twist of his head
everybody was dancing it was no longer dead.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
and filled all our requests, then turned with a jerk.
after taking a shot and putting down his beer,
He now knows why he won the best broadcast of the year
He sprang to his Porshe, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, Always live on saturday night!"
not a person was dancing, not even a scrub.
The ladies were in the bathroom, fixing their hair
in hopes that the freestyle file soon would be there.
The men were all drunk and ready for their beds,
while visions of Zoe danced in their heads.
And I at the bar, along with Krystal and Liz
had just sat down to order a Raspberry Fizz
When out on the roof there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my stool to see what was the matter.
Away to the front I flew like a flash,
tore open the door, as I put away my cash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
gave the lustre of midday to objects below,
when, what to my wondering eyes should appear before us,
but 5 awesome DJs and eight freestyle artists.
With a corona in one hand, voice deep and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be HighTech.
More rapid than eagles, his courses they came,
and he whistled and shouted and called them by name:
"Now Ashley! Now Manny!
Now, Soave and Nyasia!
On, Coro ! On, Safire!
On, GL and Tonasia!
To the top of the club!
To the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away!
Dash away all!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
when they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky
so up to the club-top the courses they flew,
with the Porshe full of music, and DJ Paradise too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard up above
the planet rock beat and lyrics of love.
As I drew in my head and was turning around,
through the door DJ Paradise came with a bound.
He was dressed all in black, from his head to his feet,
wearing his file jersey, making his outfit complete.
A bundle of cds he had clutched in his hand,
and he looked like he was ready for what he had planned.
His eyes--hidden behind glasses! His dimples, how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
The rest of the file behind him, setting up the show.
The neck of a beer bottle he held tight in his fingers,
and the crowd came alive as he introduced the singers.
He had a broad face and a little beer belly,
that shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly.
He was there with Tech,June,Tim and Benny BlanxXx,
the club was now bumpin', I had to give thanks
in a wink of his eye and a twist of his head
everybody was dancing it was no longer dead.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
and filled all our requests, then turned with a jerk.
after taking a shot and putting down his beer,
He now knows why he won the best broadcast of the year
He sprang to his Porshe, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, Always live on saturday night!"
