A creative comment, let's see:

Twas the night before Next Colony released,
and all through the galaxy,
not a creature was stirring, except U planet bidders.
The bots were all ready, by the server with care,
in hopes that bid sniping soon would be there.

The devs were nestled all snug at their stations,
while visions of Steem danced in their heads.
And Oli in his ship, and I in mine,
had just settled our brains for a long intense auction.
When out in space there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my console to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the airlock, and threw up the sun screen.

The starlight on the breast of the cold metal ship,
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below;
When, what to my wondering sensors should appear,
But a mighty Dreadnought, and eight tiny escorts,
With a scary old pilot, so lively and rich,
I knew in a moment it must be nextgencrypto.

More rapid than Cruisers his Frigates they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:
“Now! Bot1, now! Bot2, now! Bot3, and Bot4,
“On! Bot5, on! Bot6, on! Bot7 and Bot8;
“To the top of the auction! Place the highest bid well!
“Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!”

As outgunned Transporters before the wild Corvettes fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;
So up to the auction the escorts they flew,
With a bag full of Steem - and nextgencrypto too:

And then in a twinkling, alarms blared in my ship,
The bids and fast action of each little bot.
As I stared in horror, and was slamming my console,
To the top of the bidding nextgencrypto came with a bound:

He was on top of all bids, quite clearly in command,
And his bots were too fast, leaving me to gasp;
A bundle of Steem was flung on his back,
And he looked like a whale just opening his account:

His bids - how they twinkled! His planets how merry,
His Frigates were like gumdrops, his Dreadnought like a cherry;
His droll massive bids were way high to overcome,
And the hull of his ship was as bright as the sun;
The early advantage he held tight in his grip,
And the Steem it encircled his fleet like a wreath.

He had huge resources, and a big fearsome account,
That drained when he bid, like a bowl full of water:
He was clever and quick, a right jolly party crasher,
And I cried when I saw him in spite of myself;

A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
soon gave me to know I had everything to dread.
He spoke gloating words, and went straight to his work,
and took all the planets; then turned with a jerk,

And laying his Frigates aside of his Dreadnought,
And giving a nod, back into hyperspace he rose.
The auction was closed, to his account went the winnings,
And away his fleet flew, leaving stunned silence in its wake:

But I heard him exclaim, ere he went out of sight-
Enjoy Next Colony all, and to all a good fight!

Hope you guys liked my poem, can't wait to try out a Transporter III! Oh, and I resteemed as per request.