I Have Twenty Minutes To Write A Christmas Story
By: Jason Tandro
Twas a half hour ere closing,
and quite pressed for time,
JT makes this harder,
by trying to rhyme.
He needed a story,
he needed one quick,
that had something remotely,
to do with Saint Nick.
A yearly tradition,
was riding on this,
Although no one would notice,
if one year he missed.
But the part of his brain,
that gave care to his craft,
said "Better write one up,
even a first draft."
A fanfiction was something,
in which he had clout,
it's his 98th story,
and the fifth well thought out.
The clock is ticking while,
in mere seconds you're reading,
I'm down to 12 minutes,
my fingers are bleeding.
I've got to do something,
with characters well-known,
and put them to a story,
all of my own.
Enough ranting preamble,
it's own with the show,
holy shit, I've only
ten minutes to go.
A Final Fantasy Holiday Poem Thing
Rufus sat twiddling,
his thumbs cross his phone,
looking for pretty new things,
he could own.
Reeve sat beside him,
all flummoxed and tired,
wondering for what,
this poor planner was hired.
Scarlet was reading,
her wish list quite full,
18 skimpy dresses,
to make the men drool.
Elena - the practical,
shopper supreme,
went looking for cheap stuff,
like cookies and cream.
Tseng bought a ring,
but he wasn't discerning,
the diamond was missing,
which was quite concerning.
And Hojo as always,
quite easy to please,
went in search of chemicals,
to make new disease.
Palmer and Heidi,
the fat drinking duo,
were wasted already,
face down in the snow.
Reno and Rude each,
sought Cissnei's desire,
she took all their presents,
but wishes they'd expire.
Mayor Domino crafted,
a bomb for his takeover,
3 minutes to go,
better get this shit over.
Merry Christmas to all,
and while I'm not good at summing,
don't hate this one please,
a real fanfic is coming.