Twas the night of the auction and all through the tubes
All the creatures were bidding on Ruby’s BBQ.
The customized wool stockings were hung up with care
With hopes these cool earrings would show up in there.
Our heads on soft pillows all snug in our beds
While dreams of Bill’s fun packs danced in our heads.
We were suddenly awakened by a sound of such glee
“The afghan was ours, we’d outbid No One Owns Me.”
Then the bidding got fierce as the clock ticked away
“That puppy breath is mine” I heard my mom say.
Then we heard such a clatter and ran down the hall
I guess Dad was enjoying another bourbon ball.
“Off to bed” said Dad with more than a nudge.
“I must focus to win that great chocolate fudge”.
Off to bed I then went, fast like a rocket.
Our lucky elephant was safe inside my pocket.
The auction is closing and what do you know?
I’m in the running for the Matt Filipowicz Show!
So hurry and bid on that great Warren poster
Or the one of a kind set of the YearlyKoster.
But do it quick before we adjourn
You have until 10pm eastern.