I'm not really festive but I had to do a Christmas poem…

T'was the eve of Christmas and the robot was quiet,

The shops of shuggazoom were in quite a riot,

When, amongst the crowd, a familiar face was found

It was that of Chiro, and in the crowd he was drowned.

Looking for last-minute presents for his team,

For it had seemed that his Christmas scheme;

Which he had planned for many a night,

Had turned upon itself with quite a fright.

He had not anticipated the rush of shoppers,

The ones who had forgotten they had sons and daughters,

And distant relatives from countries afar,

Whom they had the pleasures of getting presents bizarre.

But Chiro's plan had still to go on,

For he could not arrive empty handed at the crack of dawn,

He still needed time to wrap the presents he had bought,

He needed more time to find the things that he sought.

It was then he saw a sight most weird,

The other monkeys were also there it appeared,

So Chiro hid in some clothes racks,

Squinting through a hole in some slacks.

I hope they don't see me,

Chiro thought, as he was in the middle of his shopping spree,

I hope they don't find me for I have presents for five,

When they're not looking I'll escape with a dive!

The monkeys had left, and Chiro was pleased,

They had not had time to see the gifts he had seized,

The socks for Otto, the tazer for Sprx,

And also for Antauri, the pudding from Mark's.

For Nova, a jumper to keep her hot,

And for Gibson was bought a toy yacht,

(For he liked sailing but just couldn't swim)

When Chiro reached the checkout he looked quite grim.

The costs of the gifts were just within his range,

The fact he had enough money itself was quite strange,

So he fished in his pocket and pulled out his cash,

The assistant took it from his hand in a flash.

Chiro was pleased that his shopping was done,

He had no worries, for against the shopping rush, he had won.

He had just to finish wrapping, and then he could sleep,

And go into the land of the fence-jumping sheep.

But when he had finished, he heard a noise and ran to his room,

He looked around the corner to see a slim figure in the gloom,

The person was putting presents under the tree,

At that point, curiosity overcame Chiro as he ran to the person, just to see.

It was too late as he realized he had made a mistake,

For the figure in front of him made Chiro begin to shake,

As it was the Skeleton King not Santa Claus,

Chiro looked around for a place to hide to escape the Skeleton Kings jaws.

The Skeleton king savored this moment of Chiro's confusion,

And got ready to end the fight in an epic conclusion.

He pounced and grabbed Chiro by his head,

And smacked it against the tree until he was dead.

As Chiro's blood began to pool on the floor,

The Skeleton King let out a roar,

"I leave you all with some words you might like,

Merry Christmas to all and to all a goodnight!"

I told you I can't do happy endings… :)

Rhyming poems are harder than they look.