'Twas The Night Before Christmas

'Twas the night before Christmas, and through the Man Cave
Many processor and amplifier lights were ablaze
Wires and cords were strung out with care
In hopes that no tripping would soon happen there
The musicians were standing in place they were led
With top of the line headphones all snug on their heads
And producer on cell phone and I at sound board
Had just settled in for a long night's record
When outside the studio arose a sound that annoys
I sprang from the board to see what the heck was that noise
Out of the studio I flew like a flash
Threw open the door prepared to tongue lash
The street light lit alley, the lane all aglow
Turned silhouette into features of person I know
When what to my adjusting eyes did I peep
Why it looks like a car in trash cans nose deep
The driver sauntering up with his too cool for you gait
The diva lead singer once again running late
More rapid than 32^nd notes the scolding it came
In seven ways from Sunday I made it clear he was lame
You're an egotist, narcissist, and arrogant, too
Obnoxious, an irritant and just plain old rude
I hope at this time you have learned your part
Now get in there you knob, we're about to start!
On riffs that rock like hurricanes the melodies did fly
Warming up on a Crazy Train while kissing the sky
So up to the range top the vocals they flew
With every scale imaginable and a Minor 7^th, too
And then, in a twinkling, an unmistakable spoof
They jammed a Weird Al song, man that guy's a goof
I put my palm to my forehead and was turning around
When out of the monitors came that magical sound
It started real low with a subtle output
And as the sound grew I started tapping my foot
Then they hit the pocket, guitar, drums and bass
It's that kind of music that will melt your face
The band's eyes how they twinkled, with faces real merry
Actually I'm kidding their grimaces were scary
All of a sudden I soon realized
I've heard this before so I had to advise
“This song you are playing it sounds real fine
But you just wrote Skid Row's Slave to the Grind”
The once hopeful faces fell into a frown
Hearing bad news tends to bring these folks down
I said “Ok, guys. Let's try this again.”
“And Mr. Vocalist-man, please rein it in.”
Then the bassist laid down a rhythm so cool
The drummer perked up I think he started to drool
Smiling like the Grinches they went straight to work
Pounding out riffs and chords the band went berserk
And laying the last track of fresh written prose
With head nods and fist bumps it was time to go
They grabbed all their gear and shot out the door
Jumped into their cars put gas pedal to floor
I heard them exclaim as they sped down the lane
“Metal Christmas to all, and thy head you shall bang!”

Tough room.

Ha ! I love it ! Did you write that ?

As for the "tough room" - I think I know what the problem is, and I'm sure everyone will agree with me (especially guys) - People open the thread and notice it's a lot of reading, and decide to check it later when they have time to read through it.
I know that's what I did the other day. I opened it at work to check it, and realized I needed some time to read it - so I closed it for another day when I had time.

I'm glad I took the time to read it though

But it's a Christmas poem.  If one doesn't have time to read a Christmas poem one must re-evaluate one's priorities. 

I got a wild hair and that was the result.  Glad you like it!

I totally dig it ! More peeps need to get their hiney in here and read it all the way through