A Happosai
Christmas
Disclaimer: Ranma ½ belongs to Rumiko Takahashi. I'm just wrote this poem for fun, not profit.
Now on to the poem…..
'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the Dojo
Not a sound was heard, not even a Ho! Ho!
The stocking were hung by the laundry with flair,
In hopes the irreverent Happosai would return their underwear.
The girls did not venture away from their beds
While visions of pilfered lingerie danced in their heads
And Genma and Tendo, tantalized by the sight of a snack
In reaching for a treat, succumbed to a trap.
The incorrigible pair heard an urn shatter,
Neither could exit the door since both had grown fatter.
The girls bolted from their beds in a way that was slapdash
Which resulted in all going down with a crash.
As the girls rose from the floor they felt the lumps grow
And heard Genma and Tendo in a tirade below,
Suddenly, all heard a brazen cheer
As Happosai made all their laundry disappear.
It had to be Happosai, so perverse and quick,
All knew it could never be St. Nick.
They ran to shackle him intending to maim
But the sprightly old man laughed as if it was a game.
"Hey Tendo, Soutome, and all you tantalizing vixens!
I've got what I came for, all your underwear is missin'"
To the top of the dojo and headed to the wall,
The marauder was laughing with his profuse haul.
As the group below watched him escape with a sigh,
Happosai was met by an obstacle that seemed to come from the sky
Abruptly, up on the house top the shape of Cologne appeared
With a cane in her hand and a sardonic sneer.
Her face all wrinkled and covered in soot,
The moonlight above illuminated the jewels of her suit.
Cologne threw down her cane and twisted around,
Her intrepid maneuver brought Happosai down to the ground.
Then both Happosai and Cologne gave a long startled look,
At a round, irate little man covered with soot;
Over his shoulder hung a large sack,
"Why this must be Santa," said Mousse with a quack.
The girls could not decide what was more scary,
Happosai, Cologne, or the man with a nose like a cherry.
His cherubic face had lost its holidy glow,
Daunted by the sight of Cologne and Happosai below in the snow.
Santa was irate about Cologne and Happosai the thief
Since the dissolute pair had muddled the reindeer's leap
His face was morose, his hands rested on his belly
As Happosai quaked like a bowl full of jelly.
Happosai quickly returned all the lingerie to the shelf
To the pleasure of the girls he had to surrender his wealth
When peace was restored and all had returned to their beds
Santa, now sprightly, was a jolly old elf.
With the dojo in silence the gifts he did disperse.
He left something for all, but ate all the cookies first.
The packages he left in the moonlight did glow,
And it was clear that it was the end of Santa's woes.
As the moon was waning his sleigh took off like a missile
His speed caused a sound in the sky like the crack of a pistol
All were relieved that things had been put right,
And could finally enjoy the rest of Christmas night.
Disclaimer: Ranma ½ belongs to Rumiko Takahashi. I'm just wrote this poem for fun, not profit.
Now on to the poem…..
'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the Dojo
Not a sound was heard, not even a Ho! Ho!
The stocking were hung by the laundry with flair,
In hopes the irreverent Happosai would return their underwear.
The girls did not venture away from their beds
While visions of pilfered lingerie danced in their heads
And Genma and Tendo, tantalized by the sight of a snack
In reaching for a treat, succumbed to a trap.
The incorrigible pair heard an urn shatter,
Neither could exit the door since both had grown fatter.
The girls bolted from their beds in a way that was slapdash
Which resulted in all going down with a crash.
As the girls rose from the floor they felt the lumps grow
And heard Genma and Tendo in a tirade below,
Suddenly, all heard a brazen cheer
As Happosai made all their laundry disappear.
It had to be Happosai, so perverse and quick,
All knew it could never be St. Nick.
They ran to shackle him intending to maim
But the sprightly old man laughed as if it was a game.
"Hey Tendo, Soutome, and all you tantalizing vixens!
I've got what I came for, all your underwear is missin'"
To the top of the dojo and headed to the wall,
The marauder was laughing with his profuse haul.
As the group below watched him escape with a sigh,
Happosai was met by an obstacle that seemed to come from the sky
Abruptly, up on the house top the shape of Cologne appeared
With a cane in her hand and a sardonic sneer.
Her face all wrinkled and covered in soot,
The moonlight above illuminated the jewels of her suit.
Cologne threw down her cane and twisted around,
Her intrepid maneuver brought Happosai down to the ground.
Then both Happosai and Cologne gave a long startled look,
At a round, irate little man covered with soot;
Over his shoulder hung a large sack,
"Why this must be Santa," said Mousse with a quack.
The girls could not decide what was more scary,
Happosai, Cologne, or the man with a nose like a cherry.
His cherubic face had lost its holidy glow,
Daunted by the sight of Cologne and Happosai below in the snow.
Santa was irate about Cologne and Happosai the thief
Since the dissolute pair had muddled the reindeer's leap
His face was morose, his hands rested on his belly
As Happosai quaked like a bowl full of jelly.
Happosai quickly returned all the lingerie to the shelf
To the pleasure of the girls he had to surrender his wealth
When peace was restored and all had returned to their beds
Santa, now sprightly, was a jolly old elf.
With the dojo in silence the gifts he did disperse.
He left something for all, but ate all the cookies first.
The packages he left in the moonlight did glow,
And it was clear that it was the end of Santa's woes.
As the moon was waning his sleigh took off like a missile
His speed caused a sound in the sky like the crack of a pistol
All were relieved that things had been put right,
And could finally enjoy the rest of Christmas night.
