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« on: December 26, 2013, 06:59:04 am »
Twas the night before Higgledee Piggledee Eve, when all through the land,
No Evil was stirring with Sir Nathan on hand.
The children were dressed like their favorite dentist of choice,
And speaking in snarling pirate-like voice.
The Hobnobber Squirrels danced in Huckle Nut Trees,
Hopping from branch to branch with sure-footed ease.
Princess Abbey was seen in her best fancy gown,
Hoping to dance with Prince Thomas in best fancy crown.
When out on the street there arose such a din,
The Hero stepped forward wearing an unsettling grin.
Away to the door he flew in a rush,
Undid the latch and bade everyone, "Hush!"
The moon on the crust of purple polka-dot snow
Gave false peace and quiet to the scene down below.
When, what to his distrustful eyes should appear,
But a slobbering demon with one giant ear.
Twas a cloaked old imp, so tricksy and foul,
Knight knew in a moment who was under that cowl.
More rapid than PigWiggles, imp's threats as he yell,
And he snorted, and snarled, as loud as a bell.
"Now torture! Now theft! Now disaster and doom!
Oh, Pain! Oh, sadness! Oh, explosions and boom!
To the top of the tower! To the top of the wall!
Now agony, agony, agony all!"
And then, in a twinkle, Sir Nathan's sword the knight held,
About honor and goodness at the imp he yelled.
As the beast on the street did turn around,
Knight's weapon held high, down the stairs he did bound.
He was dressed all in armor, so shiny and bright,
Even in darkness, the Hero, he shone in the night.
A bundle of weapons the imp had flung on his back,
He looked fierce and mean, set to attack.
His eyes, how they glowed, his teeth jagged and rough!
His nose like a radish, all ugly and tough!
His twisted little mouth was drawn up in a grin,
And the beard of his chin was tangled and thin.
The stump of a club he held tight in his grip,
The end covered in spikes so to bludgeon and rip.
He had slimy skin and a shaking big belly,
That shook when he laughed (he was really quite smelly).
The imp laughed one more time, then went straight to work,
And lunged at Sir Nathan, his attack quite berserk.
And laying his club aside the helm on knight's head,
And giving a shout, the imp was sure Hero was dead.
But to his surprise, the knight was quicker than he,
Sir Nathan struck his fat gut, and once on each knee.
And I heard him exclaim, as the foe he did smite,
"Happy Higgledee Piggledee Eve to all, and to all a good-night!"
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