The Christmas Poem

by Sunshinecackle

Zim writes a poem for each and every person that he is stuck in his meaningless, existencial stay on Earth. His take on what he thinks of them all.

2. Dib

Title: The Christmas Poem

Category: Humor/Poetry

Warnings: Stupidity. I warned.

Summary: Zim writes a poem for each and every person that he is stuck in his meaningless, existencial stay on Earth. His take on what he thinks of them all.

The Christmas Poem

Chapter Two: Dib

Your head is too big,

The size of a hippo.

Your glasses too stupid,

The coolness of a tick-o.

Your hair is too pointy,

Is that even hair?

But I don't care,

You're my Public Enemy Number One,

And you couldn't look goofier.

Why should you be so lucky,

To be my little pawn-ducky,

And be the butt of my jokes,

And live with my ever-powerful, merciless strokes?

Well, it's because you're special,

And I don't mean by the size of your humorously huge head,

Or the pointyness of your pointy hair (if it's even hair)

I mean your special in a special, one-of-a-kind kind of way.

But before I start rhyming like that weird child's book,

And end up getting a weird look,

I ought to say,

Merry Christmas to you,

And to you a good day!

I know this one didn't rhyme much, but it's because of the face I couldn't think of anything...I'm so dead and trying to update and AHHH! -hides in box- SO MUCH PRESSURE! Oh, BTW, I wanted to add that the idea for my Zim poem collection was started by Buttercowluvr's Harry Potter Gone Acrostic. You should read it. It's cooler than you're momma's dog.