The dread of each elf.
It was that afternoon
That I rickrolled myself.
The streets were all covered
With blankets of white.
I was trav'ling to be
With my family that night.
As I crossed o'er the bridge,
Swiftly stepping along,
Had my earbuds plugged in
And my phone playing songs.
I was making my way
From one bus to the next,
But at once the song stopped -
And I stood there perplexed.
I searched for an answer,
My eyes open wide.
Had my buds come unplugged?
Or the battery died?
It lasted a second,
Then music returned,
But I knew right away
I'd been horribly burned.
For the chords wafting up
From my phone to my head
Were no more Harvey Danger
But Rick Astley instead!
As I wondered how anyone
Could do this to me,
I suddenly had
An epiphany.
For only last night
I'd been working alone,
Adding a brand new
Ringtone to my phone.
So it turned out that
Astleyan iconoclast
Was nobody else than
Myself from the past.
I laughed and I danced
Through the fluffy white rain,
And the passers-by probably
Thought me insane.
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