As Posted by Brian Bodnarchuk

TwasZelda.jok

Email: bodnar@home.com
Date: 1998/11/23
Forums: rec.games.video.nintendo

'Twas the night before Zelda, and all through the house,
Not a system was stirring, just my keyboard and mouse.
The Nintendo was plugged in with loving and care,
For hopes that a gold cartridge would soon be in there.
The children were pulling out hairs in their heads,
For worrying that UPS shippers were slipping instead.

And Ma with her joystick, and I with mine,
Were preparing to play Zelda 1 for the very last time.
When out from the phone arose such a clatter,
I dashed to pick up and see what was the matter.
I ran to the phone and said hello in a flash,
"If this isn't EB I will kick you in the ASH!"

"Hello!" the voice said, as if you didn't guess,
"This is EB, and we've got quite a mess."
"Nintendo had said the date was today,
but we forgot about shipping, so we must delay."
"Be sure to check in Tuesday at the crack of morn,
So tide yourself over with beer and porn."

No No No No, this cannot be,
Why must EB always lie to me?
Why must I wait all night long,
To hear brave Link play the Ocinara song?

So listen to these words, and listen well,
Always be prepared for a day-late pre-sell.
To all west-coasters, play Zelda with all your might,
And to the rest of us, may we have no sleep tonight!