Twas’ the night before Pineapple and all through Turtle’s house.

Not a creature was stirring, cuz Turtle was out, enjoying a brewski.

Then from his phone, arose such a clatter.

Twas Geek with the news “TH, you’ve been bumped to Q”, put down the beer before you get fatter

What to do, YHC pondered? As a vision of over-priced HOA Reindeer danced in his head

Time to run at 515, get out of bed

Some trail then road, yeah thats the ticket.

Maybe check on Fia and the Lions Den thicket.

After an hour and 5 miles; Lucky, was still not satisfied that this was well planned

Turtle still averaged a ‘B’ for the COT, Fia buzzing, and mentioning Geek’s… BALLS! (no rhyme, just funny)