From Myths with thanks to Tigerloaf.
Twas the Night Before Christmas
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the Net
The feeling was stirring, that the trap was now set.
The plans had been laid with meticulous care.
In the knowledge Old Bill soon would be there.
The nutters were nestled all snug with their meds
While visions of hatred danced in their heads.
And Lizzy on Facebook posted her crap
And tried to teach others her hate filled rap.
Bennett still bruised by the tiny matter
Of having to pay for his turgid patter.
And the shame of his trial which collapsed with a crash
When the Judge said his answers were nothing but trash.
But everyone here doth truly know
That Bennett will never let anything go.
All see odd posts sometimes appear
Whose authorship, is verily clear.
But he’s not the driver, no longer so quick
That job now belongs to a woman who’s thick.
So thick that she ruined her own author name
When on the McCann scene she boldly came.
Now Linda, Now Rosalinda, and Rosalind too.
It doesn’t matter what name, her story's not true.
To a slot on Icke TV via Skype from her hall
Came Hutton the Hater to lie to us all.
As Poulton preached on and Rosalind got high
The proof of the hater was lighting the sky.
The depth of hypocrisy was nothing new
From Bennett and Taylor and now Hutton too.
And even without Hutton and her rambling troof
We all knew that the trial of Detective Goof.
Would soon come to a head and we’d hear the sound
Of Amaral noisily crashing to ground.
He once was dressed with gold head to foot
But now he’s tarnished and covered in soot.
A bundle of rags cover this sad old sack
As Karma has hit him right in the back.
His eyes how they glared as he stood in the dock
Though Guedes refused to describe the depth of his shock.
And his droll saggy mouth drawn up like a bow
And the pallor of his skin, as white as the snow.
With the stump of a defence he gritted his teeth
As the truth of the matter emerged from its sheath.
As he remembered the times he’d had on the telly
Discussing this, that and the other allele.
He was down in the dumps and not in good health
And I laughed when I saw him in spite of myself.
That look in his eye and the shake of his head
Meant the McCanns had nothing at all to dread.
The Judge spoke the words. She’ll soon end her work.
And hopefully deal with this libellous jerk.
And without any rings in his ears or his nose
To prison we’d like it if that’s where he goes.
But, till the judgement is ready and can be revealed.
And Amaral’s fate is properly sealed.
Let’s enjoy this holiday as well we might.
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”
