'Twas the night before the conference, when all through the GAF
Not a creature was stirring, not even a troll;
The gifs were uploaded to abload with care,
In hopes that St. Hirai soon would be there;
The juniors were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of giant crabs danced in their heads;
And Ballmer in his 'kerchief, and Reggie his cap,
Had just settled down for a long generation nap,
When out in the forum there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from OT to see what was the matter.
Away to gaming I flew like a flash,
Tore open a new window and put down the hash.
The orange on the description of the new-fallen blow
Gave the lustre of last-gen to topics below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a massive leak, and a Nintendo fans tear.
With a little old magic and nothing awry,
I knew in a moment it must be St Hirai.
More rapid than montages his announcements they came,
And he sizzled, and shouted, and called them by name!
"Now TLG! now, Versus! a spin-off like Wario !
On, SF5! On, Ultima! on 3rd party mario!
To the top of the NPD! and Media Create!
Now launch away! launch away! with concrete release dates!"
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the server
The cheering and joy of the PS4 ferver.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the internet the gifs came with a bound.
He was dressed all in Armani, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all perfect with a great tie to boot.
A bundle of BC dongles he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a gaming god, just opening his pack.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the download queues, then called Mattrick a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the Sony stock rose!
He sprang to his helicopter, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy PS4 to NeoGAF, and to all a good-night!"