T'was the night _after_ Christmas
When all through the house
Not a creature was stirring...

Except for my dog,
Which, while asleep proper,
Cocked one leg and cracked off a whopper
That roused me awake - quite improper!

Gasping for fresh air and swearing slightly
I escaped to my office - where I often worked nightly
Perusing for ideas that would work well
While I tried to escape that godawful smell.

Browsing through my files,
Of modules old and new,
Searching for something
I could work on anew.

Then lo and behold!
Through a thick layer of dust,
Peered out a little Black Hawk,
its frame full of rust.

"Well yes" I thought,
"Indeed, why not!"
Perhaps I could finally refresh
What I had forgot.

My mind full of cheer,
To this work I did adhere,
For Kinkku had supped mightily
Of his favourite beer.

So I tinkered and toiled,
Reworking its FM anew,
After much swearing and drinking,
The old bitch finally flew!
