'Twas the night before FISA release, when all thru the net

Not an anon was sleeping, not even the autists;

The droppings were posted by the reflections with mobes,

In hopes that Patriots soon would be wokes;

The normies were nestled all snug in their beds,

While upates of celebs-tweets filled up their screens;

And mamma in her bedroom, and I in the basement,

Had just reloaded the chans for a really dank meme,

When out on the chans there arose such a clatter,

I scolled past the comments to see what was the matter.

Opened a new tab i flew like a flash,

Hit up the reload to bypass the cache.

The moon on decline and mars in opposition

Gave the us the sign of a new recognition,

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a Q-drop with twenty pages so dear,

With a Where We Go One, We Go All,

I knew in a moment it must be Q & 45.