An early MRE xmas ode15 Oct 2020 10:08
'Twas the night before the MRE, when all through the sandy sea,
Not a creature was stirring, not even for a pee,
The drill rigs were running with gusto and flare,
In hopes that the gold soon would be there;
The investors were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of £ signs danced in their heads;
And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long nights nap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should see something glow,
But a fired up furnace ready to flow,
With a little old driver, so lively and on the peddle
I knew in a moment it must be the good man, Gervaise Heddle
More rapid than eagles his gold fields they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
Now, Havieron! now, Kraken! now, Barbossa and Blackbeard!
On, London ! on ! on, Goliath and Prefect
To the depths of the mine, To the depths of the mine,
If we keep drilling it will all be fine,
While all that gold lies beneath the dirt,
When they meet with a drill bit, you know its a cert,
So off to the lab those samples they flew,
Followed swiftly by Baxter and the rest of the crew,
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the door
The prancing and chanting, we need a bigger bore,
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Down from the chopper Mr Heddle came with a bound.
He was dressed all in gold leaf, from his head to his toe,
And his clothes were all tarnished with the smell of dough,
A bundle of shares he had flung on his back,
And he looked like an investor just opening his pack.
His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin from where I don't know,
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and was eating honey
That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of money.
He was jolly and happy, a right jolly old sole
And I laughed when I saw the size of the drill hole,
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the samples; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the value curve we rose;
He retreated with a smile and a bit of a SWAG-GER
Then said don't worry, its a multi-bagger,
He sprang to his chopper, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
HAPPY FIRST GOLD TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD-NIGHT
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