On the night before Christmas, when all through the compound
Not a soul was stirring, no man discharged a round,
The 419 Emails sent with care,
In hopes that the MOST URGENT RESPONSES would soon be there;
The nigerian bankers were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar daddy investors danced in their heads.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the laptop to see what was the matter.
The noise was so loud, it sounded like a bomb,
it distracting me from my posting on peakoil.com
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
A truck overturned in a terrible crash.
Beer bottles littered the highway like new-fallen snow
The West African sun gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
Nine overturned palates of American beer,
With a little old driver not so lively or quick,
with a burned out clutch that make the transmission stick.
More rapid than hungry crocodiles the villagers came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name
"Now, Danasabe! now, Ambaga! now, Yewande and Dwesen!
On, Yohanna! on Gambo! Oh ja the goods dey need fixen!
Come off of the porch! jump over the highway barrier wall!
Now loot away! loot away! loot away all!".
As they approched the truck all ready to fleece,
they met a new obstacle: The Abuja Police,
So from the house-top the burning tires they threw,
It ignighted a Texaco Pipeline, and British Petroleum one too!
From a old nissan with a coat of rust on the roof
the gas tank ignited up in a thunderous poof.
As I gazed in amazement of the clash going down,
Down the alley way Nigerian Army came around.
The General was dressed for battle from his beret to his boot,
inside a Mercedes purchased from ill gotten loot;
A bundle of medals to many to track,
And he ordered the forward tank column to open attack.
His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
he spilled more blood than the last 15 min of DePalma's Carrie!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And nose traced blood from columbian snow;
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
his sabre rattled now drawn from his sheath.
He had a dark face and a well rounded belly,
the kind of dictator you see on the BBC telly
now the his entourage was a circus itself,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
letting all the locals know where not to tread.
He spoke many a word of his great UN works,
The Gulfstream III you see is just one of the perks,
He ordered his troops with a very loud whistle,
to fire at once with the french made missle.
But I heard him exclaim, mortaring half the of tribes,
"Merry Christmas to all, thank you for the bribes."





