Disclaimer: The characters are not mine.
Ok, this is a poem thing that I memorized with a friend of mine and we recited it as a little introduction at a Christmas party. Hence the name. I thought 'What the heck I'll put it up on fanfiction.net!' And here it is. Enjoy.
G: I am George and this is Fred.
F: We'll gladly take this time
G: To entertain your vapid heads.
F: And we'll try to make this rhyme.
G: You know we're both in Gryffindor,
F: And you've surely heard our famous lore:
G: We save Hogwart's from being bored;
F: It's a mission etched within our cores.
G: And so we figured with Christmas-time so near-
F: Well, it's just so near it's pretty much here-
G: As I was saying,
We thought we would bring you some good cheer-
G: To liven things up and make it less drear.
F: Now don't forget who is who,
F: And which of us is which.
G: Cuz we won't leave you any clues-
F: We'll just leave you all in fits.
G: So if you can't tell us two apart,
F: We thought up a plan making gift-giving less tart.
G: Instead of presents for the both of us,
G: Choose just one on which to make a fuss.
G: So choose the best,
G: And, please, no jests.
G: Go with what your mind decides,
G: But if you choose him then your mind has lied.
F: But everyone likes me so much more!
F: Much much more than my brother George.
F: And that is where I kid you not,
F: Or so help me, my soul may surely rot.
G: Well, who-
F: We both know what I speak is true!
F: And now my friends, so do you.
F: Of us choose you your favorite git,
F: Who is also the most handsome Weasley Brit.
F: So-
G: Oh I am killed!
G: My leg he pulls!
G: And rot he will,
G: To speak of souls.
F: Oh shut up George!
F: Or are you Fred?
F: Or am I Forge?
F: And you are Gred?
F: Well, you know that we won't tell-
G: So on this theme let us not dwell,
F: Otherwise to your dismay,
G: This'll take all frickin' day.
F: We don't want our feast getting cold.
G: By our speaking here til we're all old,
F: So I guess this is all we have to say.
G: Yes, this is all, at least for today.
F: Now fine ladies and dumb gents-
G: You'll give me all of his presents!
F: George you had better run!
G: And now my friends we are done!
Ok, this is a poem thing that I memorized with a friend of mine and we recited it as a little introduction at a Christmas party. Hence the name. I thought 'What the heck I'll put it up on fanfiction.net!' And here it is. Enjoy.
G: I am George and this is Fred.
F: We'll gladly take this time
G: To entertain your vapid heads.
F: And we'll try to make this rhyme.
G: You know we're both in Gryffindor,
F: And you've surely heard our famous lore:
G: We save Hogwart's from being bored;
F: It's a mission etched within our cores.
G: And so we figured with Christmas-time so near-
F: Well, it's just so near it's pretty much here-
G: As I was saying,
We thought we would bring you some good cheer-
G: To liven things up and make it less drear.
F: Now don't forget who is who,
F: And which of us is which.
G: Cuz we won't leave you any clues-
F: We'll just leave you all in fits.
G: So if you can't tell us two apart,
F: We thought up a plan making gift-giving less tart.
G: Instead of presents for the both of us,
G: Choose just one on which to make a fuss.
G: So choose the best,
G: And, please, no jests.
G: Go with what your mind decides,
G: But if you choose him then your mind has lied.
F: But everyone likes me so much more!
F: Much much more than my brother George.
F: And that is where I kid you not,
F: Or so help me, my soul may surely rot.
G: Well, who-
F: We both know what I speak is true!
F: And now my friends, so do you.
F: Of us choose you your favorite git,
F: Who is also the most handsome Weasley Brit.
F: So-
G: Oh I am killed!
G: My leg he pulls!
G: And rot he will,
G: To speak of souls.
F: Oh shut up George!
F: Or are you Fred?
F: Or am I Forge?
F: And you are Gred?
F: Well, you know that we won't tell-
G: So on this theme let us not dwell,
F: Otherwise to your dismay,
G: This'll take all frickin' day.
F: We don't want our feast getting cold.
G: By our speaking here til we're all old,
F: So I guess this is all we have to say.
G: Yes, this is all, at least for today.
F: Now fine ladies and dumb gents-
G: You'll give me all of his presents!
F: George you had better run!
G: And now my friends we are done!