Twas the night before D-day:
With apologies to Clement Moore...
'Twas the night before D-day, when all through the thread
Not a MM was stirring, we thought they were dead;
The certificates were hung by the computer with care,
In hopes that the short squeeze soon would be there;
The Ovisions were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of Cleveland danced in their heads;
While Riley was having J.D, I was slugging beer,
The MM's were downing Prozac, they knew the end was near,
When out of the Flies there arose such a clatter,
I logged on to S.I. to see what was the matter.
Across the vast Internet I flew like a flash,
Got out my flyswatter to get ready for trash.
The jerks not investing were re-hashing junk,
The shorters were dreading being a convict's punk,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a huge chart spike, I knocked over my beer,
The price was a rising, so lively and quick,
I knew that the shorters were getting quite sick.
More rapid than T1 the ticks they did fly,
They kept on climbing, clear up to the sky;
"Now, 30! now, 80! now, 210 and 520!
On, 712! on 850! on, 940 and thousands!
To the top of the chart! to the top of them all!
Now cash away! cash away! cash away all!"
The cartel had now become very rich,
Nay-sayers were mumbling, son of a b*tch
Ovis airlines was off on its partying flight,
We knew this would be a very fine night. |
