Ode to the Woot Off
November 16th, 2007Oh Woot and thy Off,
For thee my hat I do doff.
Such sweet offerings thee do proffer,
To those with an over full coffer
Thou giveth and thou crasheth.
When thy goods begineth,
Sleep is no more than a dream,
Else I miss the roomba with steam
For me there is not even a nap
Oh, woot, when will I get my bag o’ crap?