Friday, November 27, 2009

I'm Not A Poet

Lisa Mantchev is having an awesome contest! You should check it out. Here's how to enter, straight from the post.

How to enter: Writing, drawing, vlogging.... I want you to tell me, show me, sing me, dance me, surprise me, as to how Peaseblossom, Moth, Cobweb, and Mustardseed might celebrate the holidays with you. Help you bake? Trim the tree? Light the candles? Burn the house down? It's up to you!

This sounded like so much fun, so I decided to give it a try.

Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house
A small creature was stirring, the size of a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care
Knowing that SOMETHING soon would be there.

The children lay sleeping, snug in their beds
While visions of fairies danced in their heads.
Mamma and Daddy were fast asleep
Hoping in vain that peace they would keep.

When out in the kitchen there arose such a clatter,
Yet no one woke up, to see what was the matter
Straight cross the window, flew a bright flash,
A mischievous fairy, wearing a sash.

Up and around the big tree he flew
he knew he had so much work to do.
This way and that he flew all around
Havoc in his wake sure to be found.

Upon the next morning Mamma awoke
Seeing what was around her, she nearly choked.
Where order and neatness last night was found
This morning things were strewn all around.

And 0n top of the tree where a star once appeared
Now sat a fairy with one huge and long beard.


You can stop laughing now. xD

Original poem written by Clement Clarke Moore. You can read it here.

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