twas the night before funding

Text’Twas the Night before Fundingby: Mario Tapia

Twas the Night before Funding

Twas the night before Funding, when all thro' the Bay Not a VC was stirring, not even Ron Conway

The term sheets were hung buy the chimney with care,In hopes that Andreesen and Horowitz soon would be there,

Twas the Night before FundingThe founders were nestled all snug in their beds,While visions of engineers danced in their heads.

And devs at their laptops reviewing the stack,Had just settled their brains for a long night hack.


When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like SAAS,Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.


The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow, Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below;

When, what to my wondering eyes should not makeup,But miniature Keirestu, and eight tiny startups,


With a little old investor, so lively and gay,I knew in a moment it must be Ron Conway.More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,And he whistled, and shouted, and call'd them by name:


"Now! Flipboard, now! Foursquare, now! Twilio, and Twitter,"On! Facebook, on! SnapChat, on! Kiip and Flixster;"To the top of the accelerator! to the top of the wall!"Now dash away! dash away! Exit! away all!"

Twas the Night before FundingJust as the butterflies before a live demo day,the team flew across the sky, coming our waySo up to RocketSpace the founders they flew,With the sleigh full of Bank Notes - and Conway too


And then in a twinkling, I heard the voices of Venturebeat.The prancing and pawing of each little feet.As I drew in my head, and was turning around,Down the chimney Conway came with a bound:


He was dress'd all in schwag, from his head to his foot,And his clothes were all labeled with logos and soot;A bundle of Pitches were flung on his back,And he look'd like an investor just opening his pack:


His eyes - how they twinkled! His stature was short and Merry!His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a Cherry!His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,And the Hair of his head was as white as the snow;


The stump of a Cigar he held tight in his teeth,And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.He had a broad face, and a little round bellyThat shook when he laugh'd, like a bowl full of jelly:


He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old angel,And I laugh'd when I saw him in spite of my able;A wink of his eye and a twist of his headSoon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.


He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,And signed all the term sheets; then turn'd with a jerk,And laying his finger aside of his noseAnd giving a nod, off he went with Kevin Rose

Twas the Night before FundingHe sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,And away they all flew, like the down of a thistle:But I heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight-Happy Funding to all, and if you drink too much take an Uber…alright?


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twas the night before funding

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