'Twas the night before Do Post December, when all through Smogoff
Not a poster was posting, except for phoopes, probably, who spams the forum throughout the year. ANYWAY;
Infractions were hung on the profiles with care,
In hopes that moderators soon would be there;
The posters were nestled all snug in their threads,
While visions of like-reactions danced in their heads;
And olivia in her ’kerchief, and Ivy in their cap,
Had just settled their brains for a long offline nap,
When out on the forum there arose such a post,
Ivy sprang from their bed to see if it was a tour host.
Away to the thread Ivy flew like HM Flash,
Tore open the OP and threw up the Focus Sash.
The glow on the style of the newer dark modes
Gave the lustre of Smogon Classic to all of the posts ,
When, what to my wondering mind should remember,
But eight tiny posters, and the architect of No Post November
With a short username, and lots of pizzazz,
I knew in a moment it must be
az
More rapid than Regileki his posters they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now,
Sijih! now,
Martin! now,
internet and
Mathy!
On,
CaffeineBoost! on,
Bog Monster! on,
BP and
BIG ASHLEY!
To the top of the OP! to the top of the thread!
Now post away! post away! post away friends!"
As spam posts that before the spam cleaner are depleted,
When they meet with a moderator, and do get deleted;
So up to the OP the posters they flew,
With many threads full of posts, and az with them too.
And then, in an instant, I heard in the forum
The typing and editing of posts with decorum.
As I typed myself, and was turning around,
Down the OP did az come with a bound.
He had made lots of threads, perfected his prose,
As his posts were all tarnished with lots of typos;
A bundle of posts he had prepared for December
They were heat: like a Charmander just using Ember.
His pfp—how it twinkled! his custom title how gay (lol)!
His signature was the same, all of it was gray!
And to wrap up his profile, the best bit of all
Was the writing in his sig, "the mysterious BALL."
The beginning of an OP he held tight to his core,
And the likes that encircled his reaction score;
He loved a good gimmick post and even RPGs,
That people loved when he posted, and last but not least:
He made genuine posts that puns that were funny,
And I laughed when he posted, despite him being a dummy;
He loved the whole forum, with no room for hate,
And soon Ivy knew they had nothing to moderate;
az spoke not a word, but he typed and he typed,
And filled all the forum; then proceeded to hype
All the posters of Smogoff, into posting their best
After No Post November, his well-deserved rest;
az sprang to the OP, to his posters gave a sign,
And away they all posted, all the posts were sublime
And I heard him exclaim, without a single boast,
"Happy Do Post December to all, and to all a good post."