Hohenheim
12-05-2007, 02:03 PM
Hi. I'm a new member. I just would like to hear some opinions on this:
EDIT: The name is... Jill's Christmas :p
On Christmas mornin', a girl named Jill,
Rushed down stairs with strongest will,
To cast a glance on tree so bright,
Colors capturing this evergreen sight.
Oh, spoiled was the young miss.
Has she been blessed by demons kiss?
Selfish attitude, covered in greed,
Surely she has to be hells seed!
But let's get back to the story of us,
About the youngster who made a fuss,
For under the tree nothing was found,
Mad she went, furious all around.
"Why haven't I been gifted with dolls?
Where are my puppies, colorful balls?"
From out her throat escaped a scream,
"This has to be a terrible dream".
Blood-red the face became,
In eyes a flicker of vicious flame,
"Instantly I demand all the toys,
From every child, girls and boys!"
Happy times lost in Jill’s mind,
Wicked rage made completely blind,
Kicked Christmas tree, a terrifying yell,
The very second after, on her... it fell.
Under pines now smashed, she's lying,
Every sound vanished, not even a crying,
But behind, there stood the presents of desire,
Such a pity that extinguished is her life’s fire.
Christmas came back, year after year,
Always same tree, still no tear.
Out of her green trap on the floor,
Jill’s cursing Santa, evermore.
EDIT: The name is... Jill's Christmas :p
On Christmas mornin', a girl named Jill,
Rushed down stairs with strongest will,
To cast a glance on tree so bright,
Colors capturing this evergreen sight.
Oh, spoiled was the young miss.
Has she been blessed by demons kiss?
Selfish attitude, covered in greed,
Surely she has to be hells seed!
But let's get back to the story of us,
About the youngster who made a fuss,
For under the tree nothing was found,
Mad she went, furious all around.
"Why haven't I been gifted with dolls?
Where are my puppies, colorful balls?"
From out her throat escaped a scream,
"This has to be a terrible dream".
Blood-red the face became,
In eyes a flicker of vicious flame,
"Instantly I demand all the toys,
From every child, girls and boys!"
Happy times lost in Jill’s mind,
Wicked rage made completely blind,
Kicked Christmas tree, a terrifying yell,
The very second after, on her... it fell.
Under pines now smashed, she's lying,
Every sound vanished, not even a crying,
But behind, there stood the presents of desire,
Such a pity that extinguished is her life’s fire.
Christmas came back, year after year,
Always same tree, still no tear.
Out of her green trap on the floor,
Jill’s cursing Santa, evermore.