Twas the night before Ritzmas, when all through t/a/noshii
Not an anon was lurking, not even to call Saki kawaii.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that a new chapter by Ritz would be there.
The anons were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of Nodotits danced in their heads.
And I after rewatching my Zenkoku BDs,
Had just settled my brain to sleep as I pleased.
When outside on the road there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Reminded me of Saki's match with Koromo.
When then, what to, should be seen in the distance,
But a small young woman, with two tiny assistants.
With sudden amazement, I could not help but stare
I knew in a moment it was Ritz that was there.
More rapid than open tanyaos they all came,
Ritz whistled, and shouted, called assistants by name!
"Now Igarashi! Come, Aguri! You beautiful vixen!
Oh, Saya! Go on, the chapter's been written!
To the front of the home! to the top of the wall!
The breasts haven't been toned, but let's show Saki to all!"
And then, in a clamor, I heard by the door
The footsteps of lesbos whom I could not ignore.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
In through the door Ritz came with a bound.
She showed me two pages of art done with flair,
And though rough and unfinished, the brilliance was there.
But a frown of remorse and a bow of the head,
Soon gave me to know I had something to dread.
She spoke a few words, and apologized for poor work,
And delayed the chapter, and called her editor a jerk!
Then calling Young Gangan she spoke on the phone,
And extended release two weeks just to tone!
She sprang out the door, to her friends gave a whistle,
And away they escaped, as fast as a missile.
But I heard her exclaim, while she ran out of sight,
"Happy Ritzmas to all, no chapters tonight!"
