This page is intended ashumour. It is not, has never been, nor will ever be, a Wikipediapolicy or guideline. Rather, it illustrates standards or conduct that are generallynot accepted bythe Wikipedia community.

The followingfirst appeared at The Teahouse in 2017, and was later modified in accordance with the spirit of Wikimas:

'Twas the night before Wikimas, when all through theTeahouse
Not aneditor was stirring, not even amouse.

Thereferences had been inserted by userswith care,
In hopes thatSt. Jimbo^[who?] soon would be there.

Most editors were nestled all snug by their beds,
While visions ofnew articles danced in their heads.
When out from akeyboard there arose such a clatter
I sprang to my screen to see what was the matter.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
but a question onsources and how touse them well here.

More rapid than eagles these questioners came,
And thehosts from theTeahouse welcomed each oneby name.

"Now,em Dasher! Now,Images!
Now,Actrial! Now,Patrolled!
On,Users! On,IPs!
On,Young and on,Old!
To thetop of each article, be it long,short or tall,
Now,type away,type away,type away all!"^{[This quote needs a citation]}

As dry words that before anold dictionary fly,
when they meet with asynonym, mount to the sky,^{[citation needed]}
So, onto these articles the edits they flew,
With a sleigh full offacts, andcitations, too.

And then in a twinkling, I saw on the page
Our wiki-creator: a man ofgreat age.
As I checked it onCommons and was turning around,
Down my routerSt. Jimbo came in with a bound.

Over7 million articles he had flung on his back,^[quantify]
And he looked like most users with the editing knack.^{[according to whom?]}
His eyes – how they twinkled!slightly square – but how merry!
Too much editing, folks, had turned his nose red like a cherry!^{[medical citation needed]}
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard on his chin was as white as the snow.^{[citation needed]}

A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
Soon gave me to know I hadnothing to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to hisediting,
And filledbare URLs; didsourcing andcrediting
And confirmingnotability with a tap on his nose,
And pressing 'Publish changes', back up my modem^[jargon] he rose.

He sprang to his sleigh, to histeam gave awhistle,
And away they all flew, leaving me to myepistle.^{[anachronism]}
But I heard him exclaim, 'ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Editing to all, and to all users a good night!"^{[This quote needs a citation]}

ByTeahouse host,Nick Moyes
(withgrudging acknowledgement toClement C. Moore, 1823.)