Mine isn't so hot, so wrote a poem for ya'll....
T'was the night before Christmas
And all through the house
Not a creature was sleeping
Not even a mouse
The Jerks blasted music
Shook walls far and near
Folks called the sheriffs
And hoped they'd be there
Time passed so slowly
No cops would come in
No sleep for the night
And tempers ran thin
The Jerks were just dancing
And singing too loud
Music just blasting
Noisy damn crowd
Then neighbors got shotguns
And marched like one beast
Then threatened to blast them
If they didn't get peace
The Jerks were not shocked
And didn't really care
So answered like stupids
Said "Blast if you dare!"
The neighbors got angry
Raised their guns nigh
And started to blast things
The junk flew high
And I heard them exclaim
As they blasted away
"Aim real good boys,
Leave nothing to play"
Blast Woofers and Tweeters
And Tuners and Amps
And CD's and records
And all cabinets
When finished with blasting
They lowered their guns
Smiled, looked about
At the damage they'd done
"Now let that be a lesson"
Said one neighbor man
"Don't mess with a Texan
In his native land"
