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The Night Before Christmas BK Style
By: Wario Roo
T'was the night before Christmas and all through the house,not a creature was stirring not even a wind up mouse. My back pack was hung by the fire place with care in hopes that Santa would soon be there. Tooty was all snug in her bed while visions of flutes danced in her head. With Kazooie on the floor and me in my bed we had just laid down our heads. When out on the yard I heard such a clatter, I lumbered from my bed to see what was the matter. Why I thought my eyes were just gonna fall out, I just couldn't understand what this was about. What did I see you want to know? Why it was a sleigh full of jinjos. They got out in a position, and they looked like they were on some sort of mission. When all of a sudden the biggest one started saying, "On red jinjo on brown jinjo, on blue and yellow! Go pink and black and purple and green, slow is not how we want to be seen." An with a wink of an eye and a scratch of his head, I said "I think I had better go back to bed". So that is the end of my little poem, who were those strange people I sure didn't know `em.
THE END
The Night Before Christmas BK Style
By: Wario Roo
T'was the night before Christmas and all through the house,not a creature was stirring not even a wind up mouse. My back pack was hung by the fire place with care in hopes that Santa would soon be there. Tooty was all snug in her bed while visions of flutes danced in her head. With Kazooie on the floor and me in my bed we had just laid down our heads. When out on the yard I heard such a clatter, I lumbered from my bed to see what was the matter. Why I thought my eyes were just gonna fall out, I just couldn't understand what this was about. What did I see you want to know? Why it was a sleigh full of jinjos. They got out in a position, and they looked like they were on some sort of mission. When all of a sudden the biggest one started saying, "On red jinjo on brown jinjo, on blue and yellow! Go pink and black and purple and green, slow is not how we want to be seen." An with a wink of an eye and a scratch of his head, I said "I think I had better go back to bed". So that is the end of my little poem, who were those strange people I sure didn't know `em.
THE END