'Twas nearly the nigh before the AGSM . . . 'Twas nearly the night before the AGSM, when all across the net
Not a creature was shorting, their MGM bet;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Matthew soon would be there;
The investors were nestled all snug by their screens,
While visions of golf balls landed on tropical greens;
And Horner in his suit, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,
When after the meeting there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the office chair to see what was the matter.
Away to check the share price I flew like a flash,
Logged in to check MGM with drill results to tuck in the sash
Merry Christmas and GLTA