Thursday, November 27, 2008

The Night Before Bonanza - a Christmas-y Poem for Bonanzle!

I just wanted to share this.... It was written by one of Bonanzles great sellers BHWM owner of Bargain Hunters Web Mall .
Great job here BHWM...and really need to check out their booth...great stuff can be found here! Just follow the links to some great booths and super bargains!

The Night Before Bonanza
In the tune of The Night Before Christmas by Clement Clarke Moore or Henry Livingston
Rearranged by Bargain Hunters Web Mall

'Twas the night before Bonanza, when all through the posts
Not a Bonanzler was stirring, not even a ghost;
The listings were hung in the booth with care,
In hopes that St. Robot soon would be there;
The products were nestled all snug in their sheds,
While visions of peanuts danced in their heads;
And Mark in his 'kerchief, and Bill in his cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,
When out on the server there arose such a clatter,
Bill sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the computer room Bill flew like a flash,
Tore open the windows(Microsoft) and threw up the cache.
The moon on the breast of the new Bonanzle grass,
Gave the lustre of mid-day to traffic surpassed,
When, what to Bills' wondering eyes should appear,
But a singing robot, and Bonanzles' marketeers,
With a little blue driver, so friendly and chatterbot,
Bill knew in a moment it must be St. Robot.
More rapid than buy it now his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and sang, and called them by name;"Now, Razmear! now, Pieper! now, Renagade and Atttheboutique!
On, Jamiro! on Rykar! on, Deco and cgamerantiques!
To the top of the search! to the chat room grand wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with a customer, with something to buy,
So up to the my Bonanzle page transactions yahoo,
With the checkout cart full, and St. Robot too.
And then, in a twinkling, Bill heard on the servers
The Buyers and sellers doing the happy dance, they weren't just observers.
As Bill drew in his hand, and was turning around,
Over the world wide web, the fees, they came in with a bound.
St. Robot pops up with a wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave Bill and Mark the know they had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the merchant accounts; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his blue nose,
And giving a nod, up the electronics he rose;
He sprang to his page, to his Bonanzlers gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But Bill and Mark heard him exclaim, ere they flew out of sight,
"Happy Bonanza to all, and to all a grand-life"


attheboutique said...

This was wonderful! Very creative!

AuctionWally said...

That was a lot of fun, thanks for posting that poem and for doing so much unselfishly for the Bonanzle community!

I'll see you soon!

BTW, What a small world. I didn't realize you were from Boston!