This is my first attempt at a poem (humor-type). I believe it will be good. I hope it will be good.
And for all you Digi-fans out there, expect a story of a Digimon rip-off, Duhgimon. VERY funny. Rating will be PG13. This is just plain ol' PG.
ENJOY!
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This has a Neo Networks production
A Yule Tide Thundershock
Santa sat in his chair,
Ms. Claus rubbing his back
Taking a break
and just kicking back
He suddenly rushed to the fridge
To see what was there.
He then filled his belly
Till he ripped his underwear
Mr. Claus got concerned,
And she called the doctor
Who rushed over quite quick
And announced himself as Proctor
"Your husband's very ill,"
The doctor said with Dire
"If he stops eating,
I'm afraid he'll expire!"
Santa kept on eating
And though real fast
Who can I depend on?
I know! It'll be Ash!
He saved me that time,
From Team Rocket oh my!
Santa Claus thought,
With a twinkle in his eye.
He dashed to the phone,
And between gulps and slurps,
Called on Ash Ketchum,
Excusing his burps.
"Sure I'll do it Santa!"
Ash said with glee.
Misty and Brock agreed, too,
And they all left happily.
Ash arrived at the North Pole,
Pikachu in hand,
Wanting to be on warm ground,
Instead of frigid land
They met up with Ms. Claus
(Santa was eating)
And she thanked them again,
For the Team Rocket beating
"T'was nothing, ma'am,"
Ash said with a blush,
Misty smacked him with a mallet,
Hoping to make him hush.
"This way to sled,
it's all loaded with toys.
Here's a map of all the houses
With good girls and boys."
She handed them a map,
About 12 pounds weight
Then tossed them in the sled
And threw open the gate
The trainers called out their Monsters,
Smiles on their face,
Glad to help Santa,
By taking his place
"On Geodude, on Vulpix!"
"On Starmie and Staryu!"
"On Pidgeot, On Stantler!"
"HIT IT, PIKACHU!"
The rat's cheeks started to spark
It's body lit up the night
For a fog had arisen,
And gave the Trainers a fright
Pikachu was a modern Rudolph
There to the light the way
He was to save Christmas,
That very special day
"Now Stantler takes the lead!
He knows the way!"
"Ash, where's the map?"
Misty spoke up to say.
"I left it at Santa's"
Ash calmly announced
Misty took out her mallet,
And smacked him till he howled
"You moron! You idiot!
How could you do something so dumb?!
Now all the girls and boys,
Will have to live with sugar plums!"
Brock said his piece
"Come on you two!
It's Christmas Eve,
That's not what to do!"
So Ash sent out Charizard,
To hurry and get the map,
Hoping to stop Misty
From hitting him on the back
Charizard got the map
With a good degree of work
To which Misty yelled,
"You're lucky it's here, you little twerp!"
So they went on their way
Giving presents to good boys and girls,
And to the bad little children,
They gave Voltorbs!
"We're almost done," said Brock.
"But we're almost out of time."
"Good." Ash said, tired.
"I'm getting bored of these rhymes."
"I'm glad that's over,
Now we all can go in bed."
Misty smacked him a few times.
"Ow! That's not what I said!"
They returned the sleigh to Santa,
And went on their way,
Then Brock started singing carols,
And Ash and Misty made him pay
The moral of the story
Even if it's half-baked
Don't forget the map!
Or you'll get a headache!
THE END!
The author took a bow,
"THANK YOU!" he said with a grin
Now to make the Digimon story,
It'll make your head spin!