The Night Before Fappmas (Patreon)

Twas' the night before Fappmass and with a new mouse,

Bruemeister was coding to end game droughts.

Tube socks were were stashed in places with care

in hopes that Bruemeister would soon post a share.

The members were pining for a knew games to play,

while dreaming of Leela and Amy rolling in hay.

With Morgan in leather and I with my crop,

Had just settled for a fun little pop.

An alert from the eyePhone, a message unread,

I sprang to the laptop to see what it said.

I open the web site, loaded like flash,

Reading with a fever just like my porn stash.

When to my wonder it was from Bruemeister,

A message of joy for all to remember.

The text did exclaim an update is coming,

Happy fapping to all with thanks to St. Groening.