A/N I came up with this in my math class, and I think it's pretty genius :). Disclaimer; the outsiders belong to S.E. Hinton
'Twas the night before Christmas and all throughout Tulsa
Not a greaser was stirring, not even loud Soda
The denim was hung by the chimney with care
In hope that St. Nicholas soon would be there
The gang was nestled all snug on the floor
While visions of chocolate cake danced by the door
And Soda in his boxers, and I with my booze
Had just settled down for a long winter's snooze
When out in the street there arose such a clatter
I sprang from the couch to see what was the matter
Away to the porch I flew like a flash
Not even Pony could move with such dash
The moon on the breast of the quickly melting snow
Gave the luster of midday to people below
When what to my wondering eyes should appear
But mean old Shepard and eight gang members
With a crappy old T-bird, so broken and dragging
I knew in an instant it must be failing
More rapid than socs the curses they came
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name
"Now fucker! Now shitface! Now asshole! And bastard!
Oh hellhole! Oh craphouse! Oh bitchin'! And shitcard!
To the end of the street, to the end of that wall,
Now work damnit! Push the car! Get movin' y'all!"
As socs before a big rumble meets
When they meet with a challenge, take to the streets
So up to the stop sign, the old T-bird drove
With a car full of greasers and Tim Shepard too
A/N Merry Christmas! Let me know who you think the P.O.V of this lovely poem is. Favorite and Review for Christmas wishes to come true!
