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Black Christmas
written by izzzy06:25 AM 12/3/04It was the night before Christmas
and all through the house
Just one creature was stirring
and it was not a mouse
She sat up in bed
and her thoughts were a flurry
she grabbed up the blades
because she had to hurry
The lights were all dimming
in side of her head
as blood drained away
She was finally dead
The stockings were hung
by the front door with glee
in the hope that her Grim reaper
Would soon be near
And op'ning the door
with a silent pop
He grabbed her and cleaned her
And let her just drop
He wrapped her with tissue
and ribbons galore
Because when they'd open it
They'd never want more
Her eyes lie awake
and her body all pale
They'd never want to
send this in the mail
What a present that
Grim Reaper Gave
All shocked and horrored
as she lied in the grave
This was black Christmas
The morning they see
As she whistled and wondered
And laughed there in Glee
And she smiled as she wrote
With a twinkle in her eye
''Merry Christmas to all
And to all a goodbye'' |
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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
Wouldn't it just devastate a person when they unwrapped a bloody package like a girls dead body, on christmas day. Now would anyone deserve it? I think if the girl could have opened it it would shock her to smitherines. She wouldn't do it again. How trajic...
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| » Comments / Feedback | by Trapezium (12-4-2004 - 01:12 PM)
| Wow, this poem is amazing, you show true talent. Well done. |
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