Happy Birthday Keithie!!

[VAXman(Admin)]

'Twas the night before Christmas seated at the French House,
was our good moonie friend KeithieW with a strong thirst to douse.

His spectacles they hung from his neck on a string,
as he tipped back many pints 'til he felt not a thing.

While others were nestled all snug in their bed,
KeithieW thought a train siding could suit him instead.

So he continue to tip back those drinks that he chose,
Until the proprietor said, "Keith, it's time that we close."

Then, he hopped off the bar stool and on to his feet,
Stumbled out the door and out onto Dean Street.

To the top of Dean Street, parallel to Wardour,
KeithieW stumbled and staggered past each shoppe's door.

He'd made his way 'long as far as Soho Square,
Where he'd hoped that a ride would soon meet him there.

And then to his bloodshot eyes did appear,
A little Soho cab pulled by eight tiny reindeer.

With a little old driver, so limey and slick,
Keith said, "Get me home, before I get sick!"

He was driven straight home and Pam let him in!!!
He went to his computer and proceeded to login.

But KeithieW's Aural Moon kin were nowhere in sight,
Regardless, we all wish him a Happy Birthday this night!