A Christmas Poem
"Twas the night before Christmas
and throughout the Renaissence Faire
not a creature was stirring
no one to be found, anywhere.
The buildings were locked up
all boarded up tight
as the vendors packed up
one September night.
The moon was a'waning
and the stars were aglow
the air was was coldly still
'neath the brand new snow.
When out at the front gate
there arose such a clatter
it made the dead in
a ten mile block scatter!
The cars all drove in
each one in a row.
They sped down the road
and slid in the snow.
The Rennies have come
to invade the faire grounds.
All the Wenches, the Rogues
and the Pirates, too. Zounds!
They invaded the faire
on this Yuletide season
to settle a dispute;
yes, pride was the reason.
There was a gathering
of Rennies on this eve
when an argument
got everyone peeved.
The mood had been festive
and spirits were gay,
but the booze flowed freely
and good times gave way
to which Rogue dressed best
on Labor Day at large.
Was it the baby Rogues,
or Tina, or Large Marge?
The discussion had reached
a feverish pitch.
There were two camps
that supported which
Rogue had indeed pulled it
off the very best
over which one of them came
the best crossed-dressed.
They arrived at the pub
still in a drunken state
to decide which contest
to use this frozen date.
And while the cold wind
failed to penetrate them,
reality hit home;
they had no equipment!
They drank a bit more,
disappointed were all,
until D.J. realized that
he had a football!
That's how to decide
a contest such as this
for tackling a Rogue or Wench
or pirate is sure bliss.
They walked over towards
a clearing on faire site
and brought all their hooch
for a cold winter's night.
The kickoff sailed up and
was caught by Ann Marie
but she "tackled" wrong
right on the thirty-three. (Nya, nya! I wouldn't say it!)
She gathered up some snow
and threw it in the face,
and all now joined in
this farcical disgrace.
They paused for one moment
from the throwing of snow
to have some more booze
to numb out the cold.
They drank down their liquor
'neath the wintry night
and ended up passed out
during the snowball fight.
They were found all huddled
together in a bunch
by the State troopers
'cause Becky had a hunch
that something just like this
would end up happening
to everyone she saw
at the party that evening.
She left them sleep right where
she found them on site
and said, "Merry Christmas
to all, and to all a good night."
and throughout the Renaissence Faire
not a creature was stirring
no one to be found, anywhere.
The buildings were locked up
all boarded up tight
as the vendors packed up
one September night.
The moon was a'waning
and the stars were aglow
the air was was coldly still
'neath the brand new snow.
When out at the front gate
there arose such a clatter
it made the dead in
a ten mile block scatter!
The cars all drove in
each one in a row.
They sped down the road
and slid in the snow.
The Rennies have come
to invade the faire grounds.
All the Wenches, the Rogues
and the Pirates, too. Zounds!
They invaded the faire
on this Yuletide season
to settle a dispute;
yes, pride was the reason.
There was a gathering
of Rennies on this eve
when an argument
got everyone peeved.
The mood had been festive
and spirits were gay,
but the booze flowed freely
and good times gave way
to which Rogue dressed best
on Labor Day at large.
Was it the baby Rogues,
or Tina, or Large Marge?
The discussion had reached
a feverish pitch.
There were two camps
that supported which
Rogue had indeed pulled it
off the very best
over which one of them came
the best crossed-dressed.
They arrived at the pub
still in a drunken state
to decide which contest
to use this frozen date.
And while the cold wind
failed to penetrate them,
reality hit home;
they had no equipment!
They drank a bit more,
disappointed were all,
until D.J. realized that
he had a football!
That's how to decide
a contest such as this
for tackling a Rogue or Wench
or pirate is sure bliss.
They walked over towards
a clearing on faire site
and brought all their hooch
for a cold winter's night.
The kickoff sailed up and
was caught by Ann Marie
but she "tackled" wrong
right on the thirty-three. (Nya, nya! I wouldn't say it!)
She gathered up some snow
and threw it in the face,
and all now joined in
this farcical disgrace.
They paused for one moment
from the throwing of snow
to have some more booze
to numb out the cold.
They drank down their liquor
'neath the wintry night
and ended up passed out
during the snowball fight.
They were found all huddled
together in a bunch
by the State troopers
'cause Becky had a hunch
that something just like this
would end up happening
to everyone she saw
at the party that evening.
She left them sleep right where
she found them on site
and said, "Merry Christmas
to all, and to all a good night."