The Night Before Movember [Parody]
Friday, January 14, 2011 by team tuohy
‘Twas the night before November, when all through the office
Not a face was clean shaven, not even the novice;
The developers were working and designers creating,
In hopes that tomorrow a razor be waiting;
The account managers were nestled all warm in their beds,
While visions of ‘stashes danced in their heads.
And Tom in his office and I at my desk,
Had just set in for a Monday mess;
When out in the cubes there arose such a laughter,
I sprang from my desk to see what the matter.
Away through the office I flew like a flash,
Tore through the doors to see the new ‘stash.
The shadow of hair that was starting to grow,
Gave the first impression of the soon to be ‘mo;
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a flash to the calendar of the month that had near,
When so lively and quick went little October,
I knew in a moment it must be Movember.
More rapid than eagles in the men came,
And whistled, and shouted, and called out their name;
“Now Tom! Now Brent! Now, Tombo and Randall!
On Chris! On Colin! On Dustin and Michael!
To the front of the office, straight on the wall!
Now grow away! Grow away! Grow away all!”
As dry leaves that before the winter fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, grow to the sky,
So in honor of all the sick men they flew,
With ‘stases in tribute of Movember they grew.
And then, in a twinling, I heard them all say
We stand to make a difference, day by day.
They told us of the Mo Bro’s and their fight to beat cancer,
Beating last year’s race they would fight on like lancers.
They sprang to their desks, giving a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard them exclaim, err they walked out of sight,
“Happy Movember to all, and to all a good-fight.”
Not a face was clean shaven, not even the novice;
The developers were working and designers creating,
In hopes that tomorrow a razor be waiting;
The account managers were nestled all warm in their beds,
While visions of ‘stashes danced in their heads.
And Tom in his office and I at my desk,
Had just set in for a Monday mess;
When out in the cubes there arose such a laughter,
I sprang from my desk to see what the matter.
Away through the office I flew like a flash,
Tore through the doors to see the new ‘stash.
The shadow of hair that was starting to grow,
Gave the first impression of the soon to be ‘mo;
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a flash to the calendar of the month that had near,
When so lively and quick went little October,
I knew in a moment it must be Movember.
More rapid than eagles in the men came,
And whistled, and shouted, and called out their name;
“Now Tom! Now Brent! Now, Tombo and Randall!
On Chris! On Colin! On Dustin and Michael!
To the front of the office, straight on the wall!
Now grow away! Grow away! Grow away all!”
As dry leaves that before the winter fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, grow to the sky,
So in honor of all the sick men they flew,
With ‘stases in tribute of Movember they grew.
And then, in a twinling, I heard them all say
We stand to make a difference, day by day.
They told us of the Mo Bro’s and their fight to beat cancer,
Beating last year’s race they would fight on like lancers.
They sprang to their desks, giving a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard them exclaim, err they walked out of sight,
“Happy Movember to all, and to all a good-fight.”
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