Twas the night before Christmas when all through the site
Not a creature was stirring and noone to fight.
The pictures were posted on profiles with care,
In hopes that the bookings soon would be there.
The togs were nestled all snug in their beds
While visions of TF danced in their heads.
And models in their underwear, some even nude,
Were posting new pictures, some rather rude.
When out on the forum there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Away to my computer I flew like a flash,
Opened the browser and refreshed the cache.
The posting was new and fresh on the thread,
And what I was reading filled me with dread.
With fear that cut to the depths of my soul,
I saw a new message from the internet troll.
“Now chaperone, now no-show, now GWC!
On part paid, full paid and TFCD!
Canon and Nikon and some other kind
Are you a perv or are you just blind?”
As replies filled the site with meaningless junk,
The mods came online and got in a funk.
The threads were locked, the defences were manned,
And before I could post, the troll he was banned.
He sprang to his keyboard and went to reply,
and they drove him away before he could try.
But I heard him exclaim, as he logged off the site,
“Bah Humbug to all, and to all a bad night”
Thanks to Sean for posting this.