Does Tim have anything in critique btw? I really want to read it.
A Christmas Story by Leevil... Page 3
*shrugs*
The only posts I've seen from him are rants/goodbyes. I like him though, he's funny.
Tis an excellent poem and couldn't be better,
With heroine Bee and a decapitated Glitter.
Sometimes Christmas can be bitter-sweet,
But *wonders* what did Bee do with Gal's feet?
Peeps are bored and putting up deccies,
Although some are not up, even after their breckies.
But it's Sunday, thank fupp, or I'd be in trouble,
And Jude climbs back into her marshmallow bubble.
That's it Jude, come along and show me how it's done *shakes fist*
Lol! As if!
I'm just having a very odd day
Me too. We are Odd buddies! \o/
Deffo
A pointless reedit with the help from my gf,
Now gather 'round and you will see,
A weird story, rhymed poorly by me.
In this tale, there will be, a bit o'magic,
A monster and a girl named Bee.
Bee does not bumble, she does not buzz,
she walks and talks, just like us.
But there is one difference from you and me,
something lurks, beneath her Christmas tree...
Once upon a time, in a land of frosty balls,
Lived a town full of people, always sucking on Halls (Soother's)
Sore throats, sore noses and even sore chests,
Nipples were hard on all of their breasts.
Now up on the hill, there was a tiny house,
not that small though, it wasn't for a mouse.
In this home, sat the hero to be,
the girl from the first verse, the girl named Bee.
But Bee wasn't happy and sad she did look,
for on top of the tree, was an empty hook.
Her parents forbid her to hang things from there,
it was to be left empty, alone and bare.
When it was night and the whole town was sleeping,
Bee was awake, and from her bed she was creeping,
Down the stairs, quietly she snook,
Towards the forbidden Christmas tree hook.
The tree was nice, but something was missing,
There was no glow, it was not glistening.
Gifts and presents filled the floor,
When suddenly there was a mighty roar.
Back she fell, with a bump on the head,
She was not moving, she was not dead.
Her eyes slowly opened, to the sound of a titter,
Looming over her, was the Fairy Gary Glitter.
She tried to scream, but no noise she could make,
She pulled at his hair, but found it was fake.
She kicked and she scratched but could not break free,
Was this the end for our beloved Bee?
He leaned in closer and began to speak,
The dirty bastard, breath did reek,
"From that hook you shall hang,
And forevermore be in my gang".
The morning light began to break,
As all the towns folk began to wake.
And the tiny house, up on the hill,
With the all the people it did fill.
They gathered 'round a Christmas tree,
Smiling sweetly was our friend Bee.
And then she began to let out a titter,
Revealing the decapitated head of Gary Glitter.
Then End.
I haven't read the rework - but I hope it scans better!
That's great, Lee!