Twas the night before christmas and all thru the LH,
several newsies were stirring, mostly Half Pint and Race
Spot Conlon was safe, all warm in his bed,
While sweet dreams of Singah danced through his head
And Mush in his bed with Hades in too,
noisily rolled around for a long night's hubaloo
When out from the fire escape there arose such a clatter
Rae rose from her bed to see what was the matter
Away to the window she flew like a flash
prepared herself and threw up the sash
The moon shining of the rust and the slush
gave the warning of Rae to the people below
And what should her wondering behold
but a couple in a clinch, despite of the cold
With a little noise, and a hand over mouth,
They knew in a moment it would be wise to watch out
More rapid than rainfall, the substance, it fell,
and Specs ducked, and he shouted, and called her by name
"Now Rae, you really should date, You saw that we're busy,
why couldn't you wait?"
"I do date, you idiot, Snitch is his name,
but you were playing tonsil hockey and for that I say shame!"
As Box, when she notices Blink,
and runs to kiss him even though he does stink,
Rae slammed the window and sat down to think.
And then in a twinkling the view went to the roof rocks,
where Jack and Sarah sat, fighting with socks.
As they each lost a fight and were turning around,
up through the chimney came some fat guy with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur from his head to his foot,
and his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot
A bundle of junk he had flung on his back,
and he looked like a theif about to ransack.
The two flung themselves at him before he could parry,
And when they were done he looked not so merry
Dutchy and Peeps came up for some air
when they saw Old St Nick, just lyin there
The stump of Jack's finger he held tight in his teeth,
and the blood, it encircled his mouth like a wreath
He had a broad face and a little round belly that shook
when he shivered like a bowl full of jelly
Moth noticed the commotion and walked by with Specs,
both a bit out of air from their midnight acts.
Moth screamed when she saw him, in spite of herself
For he looked just like a fat old elf
She threw knives at Jack, killing him dead.
And then Sarah began to yell off her head.
The newsies, all angry at being disturbed,
Ran up to the roof and Sarah's voice was soon curbed.
The newsies exclaimed, as she fell out of sight,
"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a great night!
THE END
Ok, I got the idea from Rae for using the night before X-mas poem, but everything else was done on my own. It sucked, right? Tell me honestly what you think by pushing the purple button...
several newsies were stirring, mostly Half Pint and Race
Spot Conlon was safe, all warm in his bed,
While sweet dreams of Singah danced through his head
And Mush in his bed with Hades in too,
noisily rolled around for a long night's hubaloo
When out from the fire escape there arose such a clatter
Rae rose from her bed to see what was the matter
Away to the window she flew like a flash
prepared herself and threw up the sash
The moon shining of the rust and the slush
gave the warning of Rae to the people below
And what should her wondering behold
but a couple in a clinch, despite of the cold
With a little noise, and a hand over mouth,
They knew in a moment it would be wise to watch out
More rapid than rainfall, the substance, it fell,
and Specs ducked, and he shouted, and called her by name
"Now Rae, you really should date, You saw that we're busy,
why couldn't you wait?"
"I do date, you idiot, Snitch is his name,
but you were playing tonsil hockey and for that I say shame!"
As Box, when she notices Blink,
and runs to kiss him even though he does stink,
Rae slammed the window and sat down to think.
And then in a twinkling the view went to the roof rocks,
where Jack and Sarah sat, fighting with socks.
As they each lost a fight and were turning around,
up through the chimney came some fat guy with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur from his head to his foot,
and his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot
A bundle of junk he had flung on his back,
and he looked like a theif about to ransack.
The two flung themselves at him before he could parry,
And when they were done he looked not so merry
Dutchy and Peeps came up for some air
when they saw Old St Nick, just lyin there
The stump of Jack's finger he held tight in his teeth,
and the blood, it encircled his mouth like a wreath
He had a broad face and a little round belly that shook
when he shivered like a bowl full of jelly
Moth noticed the commotion and walked by with Specs,
both a bit out of air from their midnight acts.
Moth screamed when she saw him, in spite of herself
For he looked just like a fat old elf
She threw knives at Jack, killing him dead.
And then Sarah began to yell off her head.
The newsies, all angry at being disturbed,
Ran up to the roof and Sarah's voice was soon curbed.
The newsies exclaimed, as she fell out of sight,
"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a great night!
THE END
Ok, I got the idea from Rae for using the night before X-mas poem, but everything else was done on my own. It sucked, right? Tell me honestly what you think by pushing the purple button...