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Twas the Night Before Christmas (Fury Style)


Twas the night before Christmas when all through the camp
Not a sentry was stirring, not yurt shone a lamp.
The weapons were lain on the ground in a sprawl
In the hope that no orcs would decide to call.

The Tehvikings were nestled all snug in their furs,
With visions of wooing that never occurred.
And Toland in his cuirass, and I with my shield,
Were wracking our brains as to which weapons to yield.

When out in the wood there rose such a clatter,
I sprang from the fire to see what was the matter.
Away from the camp I flew like a flash,
Toland behind (having tripped on his sash)

The moon high above many an orcish deceased
Gave the smell upon which no wolf would dare feast.
When, what to my one good eye should appear,
But an elvish war cart and the tip of a spear.

With a little old driver, so lively and fast,
I knew in a moment why those orcs could not last.
More rapid than an arrow, on his course he came
He smiled and called out each blow by name

Now High cross, not parry, now engage and stick em!
Oh daggered, oh blue green, that tip always gets em!
To the top of the keep! To the top of the Hall!
Now Hack away! Hack away! Hack away all!

As dead leaves that before winter do fall,
He slaughtered and singlehandedly did kill them all.
So through the last dark one his spear nearly flew,
With a chariot full of weapons all for me and you.

And then in a moment he was off for the camp,
And through the forest his war horses did tramp.
I grabbed my shield and was turning around;
Down by the fire St. Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed all in furs from his down and up again
And I though who knew Santa dressed like a Dugan.
A bundle of gifts he had piled to the sky an’
He looked over to me like “What are you buying”

His swords how the twinkled! Just prepared for a parry!
He had axes and spears, even more than I’d carry!
With a droll little smile he picked up a bow,
And demonstrated by shooting individual flakes of snow.

With a pipe in his mouth he held in his teeth,
He picked up that bag to show there was more beneath.
He had weapons and works all made to destroy,
Each to deliver to every good girl and boy.

He was skinny and lithe, a typical elf,
And I thought to myself “How’d he lift that himself?”
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to if I stole I’d be dead.

He spoke not a word but went straight to his work,
Left items by the bedrolls and turned with a jerk.
And laying a finger aside of his nose,
He went and blew snot on all Caboose’s cloths.

He sprang to he cart, to his team gave a whistle,
And away he flew like a trebuchet’s missile.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
“Happy Christmas to all, now kick some ass and fight!”

Last edited by TheManTheyCallJayne, 12/25/2010, 8:48 pm


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Re: Twas the Night Before Christmas (Fury Style)


Bravo, good sir.
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Re: Twas the Night Before Christmas (Fury Style)


excellent job... however rapid not rabid, and a lil spell checking goes a long way.

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When they paint their faces in the blue woad it is more than decoration. It is a sacred rite. To the Tehvikings it means they would sooner die then fail, to them there is no turning back.
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The problem is rabid is a word

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true that why i posted it seperate from spellchecking. thats all about proofreading

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When they paint their faces in the blue woad it is more than decoration. It is a sacred rite. To the Tehvikings it means they would sooner die then fail, to them there is no turning back.
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