A Christmas Wish About Scammers – A Scammer Christmas Poem

A little thought for their victims!

As Christmas draws near, we wish the victims of scammers good cheer!

Just for you we give you this little funny, in the hope that you will briefly forget your lost money!

The Night Before Christmas

By Tom Borman & Jane Ward

Twas the scam before Christmas, when all through Ghana
Not a scammer was stirring, not Ana, or even Hanna ;

The emails were hung by their laptops with care,
In hopes that Someone’s Money soon would be there;

The scammers were nestled all snug in their chairs,
While visions of bank accounts made them say who really cares;

And a scammer in her ‘kerchief, and another in his cap,
Had just settled on Yahoo Chat for a long scammers rap;

When out on street there arose such a clatter,
that they all sprang up to see what was the matter.

Away to the window some flew like a flash,
others tore open doors or threw up the sash.

The moon shining barely did glow,
giving a gloomy aspect to all objects below;

When what to their scamming eyes did they see,
but Rambo with a machine gun laden humvee;

With his machine gun fire so lively and slick,
they knew in a moment they’d be dead really quick.

More rapid than eagles his bullets they came,
and he whistled, and shouted, and called them their name:

“Now, Scumbag, Now Thief, Now Scammer, and Liar!
die, Fraudster, Sakawa, and Stealer in machine gun fire!

To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
he shot them all away! Fall away! Fall away all!

As shells that before the wild barrage did fly,
when they met with their end, the scammers did die;

So throughout Accra the sounds they flew
with the bringer of death and hum-vee too!

And then, in a tinkling, they heard from the din
the last of their bodies fall, so rotting could begin.

As they drew in last breaths, and were falling around,
Rambo threw in a grenade with a bounce and a bound.

All dressed all in his cammo from his head to his rear,
his clothes were covered with blood it was clear;

A bundle of bombs he last flung from his pack,
and he looked satisfied as he whirled and turned back.

His eyes, how they twinkled! his mood, how merry!
his cheeks were like roses, and his smile so scary!

His grinning smile so wide drawn up like a bow,
and the smoke from his gun was as white as snow;

The stub of a Cuban cigar he held tight in his teeth,
and the smoke encircled his head like a Christmas wreath;

With his broad face and depleted ammo belt light,
he laughed, and knew these scammers truly felt fright.

He was happy, so happy, a right jolly old elf,
and he laughed when he saw them, in spite of himself;

A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
soon gave them the nod ’cause they were all dead;

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
and took back all their stealing; then turned with a jerk,

And laying his finger aside of his nose,
and giving a final nod, back in his humvee he rose;

As he left behind the dead he gave a sharp whistle,
And away he flew like a nuclear cruise missile.

But some heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight,
Happy Christmas to all, and to all scammers good night!

Merry Christmas Scammers!

RSN Team
a division of SCARS
Miami Florida U.S.A.