Twas the night before the leaving

Squall

Twas the night before the leaving,
And all through Squalls house, not a creature was stirring
Not even his mouse,

The cog notes were stored by Sangre with care,
In the hopes that no examiner would be near,
No student was nestled snug in their bed,
All had visions of failing instead in their heads,
And Ella in her Galway scarf and I in my dunces cap,
Had just settled down with books on our laps,

When out of my schoolbag arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my chair to see what was the matter,
Away to the bag I flew like a flash,
Tore open the catch and threw up the sash,

The mould on the bread of the week old sandwich,
Gave the muster of Whitey to the objects in it,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
but a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,
With a little old driver, so full of ****,
I knew at once it was Shakespeare that dick,
More rapid than cartman his coursers they came,
And he whistled and shouted and called them by name,
Now Donne, now Hopkins, now Heaney, now Plath,
On Yeats, on Frost, on Mahon and Bishop,
To the top of my bag, to the top of my wall,
Now dash away, dash away, dash away all.

As Sundy before English notes found,
When met with an obstacle panic abound,
So into the door the coursers they flew,
With a sack full of quotes and Shakespeare too,

They fell to the floor with a satisfying thud,
And a growing pool of reindeer blood,

As I raised my head and let out a laugh,
Up jumped Shakespeare, “let me out of this gaff”

He was dressed like a ninja from his head to his foot,
With his clothes all tarnished by reindeer gut,
A bundle of quotes he had flung on his back,
Strangely resembled Jabba infact,

His eyes – how they glowed, his dimples how merry,
As I caught him one right on the cherry,
His droll little mouth was drawn like a bow,
The beard on his chin no longer like snow,

I hooked him up to my electric seat,
That smoked when I shocked him and singed his feet,
His broad little face and round little belly,
Shook when I shocked him like a bowlful of jelly,

He was chubby and plump, from pampering himself
And I laughed when he jiggled, in-spite of myself
A shake of my fist and a twist of my head,
Soon let him know he had something to dread,

He spoke not a word but went straight to work,
And filled my head with Macbeth and that lark,
Pointing a finger, at his reindeer I suppose,
I gave him a nod and out of the chair he rose,

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
None made a move, beaten to sub-missal,
But I heard him exclaim as he jumped on a truck,

HAPPY LEAVING TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD LUCK

(G'luck lads and ladies, now i really should go do some study )
P.S Anyone whos offended by this, Sry

ferdi

sad.

eirebhoy

Originally posted by ferdi
sad.

I definitely agree.

ella minnow pea

v good

lordsippa

sad? yes. But also kinda funny... Maybe it's only cause i'm doing it too. The exams that is. Not rewriting old poems in silly ways.

^whitey^

Originally posted by ferdi
sad.

Lighten up boi

I enjoyed it

Originally posted by Squall
Gave the muster of Whitey to the objects in it

lol :rolleyes:

ella minnow pea

Originally posted by ferdi
sad.

just jealous dat u dont feature in this feat of poetic eingineerin aintcha.
Ooo thats good - free debs tickets to whoever can get "feat of poetic eingineerin" into their english paper tomorrow

Squall

I was bored and it was either that or Shakespeare, which as yo u can see i dont enjoy


And ye are all just jealous cause you weren't included

Ryo Hazuki

boi

I hope to sweet jebus and all his blessed saints thats a Typo.

If its not.....

Squall

Oiii, You mocking cork people boi?

Sundy

Fantastic poem, best ive come acroos in two years.

F**K plath, bishop and so on, im usin it and only it.


Good luck tomorrow evertbody

Sundy

^^^my spelling is so rubbish no wonder im going to fail

^whitey^

Nahboi twazn't a typo at all

For more cork slang and the english translation to them
visit The peoples republic of cork Dictionary Tis feckin' daycent boi

romey

ha ha ha im sorry if this makes me infintile but squall your poem was soooooooooooo funny be4 i was just a failing idiot but now im a laughing failing idiot!:D

seamus

Ah god aren't yis cute?

Plyd Squall, very good.

Now the rest of yis GET BACK AND STUDY!