Epic Christmas Extravaganza

[BookStop]

It's nearly Christmas. I prepose we collaborate to write a festive poem. I'll start with a stanza, and the next Chronner writes the next stanza. It needs to make sense, flow well, and roughly keep to rhyme and meter.

In the back of the store
Near the camping supplies
Behind the tin plates
And the rustic tent ties
Is a teenie tiny man
Hiding on the third shelf
Away from his job
As the Number Two Elf

 

[chrispenycate]

Do we have to distort the rhythm for the fifth line, too? Up until there, it's anapestic dimeter (arguably anapestic tetrameter, in rhyming couplets, but you've split in two)

Near the camping supplies

But the teeny tiny adds a syllable. A very small man would scan, but anyone smaller than that would be difficult.

Puts on a pedantic grin

 

[Ursa major]

What can he be doing
So far from the workshop?
He's glancing around
He's searching for Bookstop!
But why is he hiding
And looking so frightened?
There must be bad tidings
For his senses are heightened.

 

[sffhound]

(I think I might have botched it with the flow here... )

Has he been naughty
Not nice as he should be?
Did he try to push
A kid off Santa's knee?
I want to know
Why he's trembling so
When he runs off
I'll be ready to go

 

[Boneman]

The lights are all out
And the store's growing dim
But still he remains there
Not just on a whim
He's heard it been said
That if he stays right up there
He'll find out who's done it
with what, why and where

 

[BookStop]

And how do I know
You might ask to yourself
I've much information
since I'm also an elf.
Together we've plotted
to get answers we seek
There's a fat man coming
as we wait for a peek

 

[Zubi-Ondo]

T'was a good thing we brought
to himself he triumphantly thought,
to bring food and drink with us
as we sit here gathering dust
Even though we're only two elves
We consume voraciously upon the shelves

 

[Boneman]

And we're oh so prepared
As we wait here up high
We're wrapped up and cosy
And we'll know by and by
Why the fat guy descends
Like angels from Heaven
While an Elf sits up front
With an AK forty seven

 

[Zubi-Ondo]

AK forty seven being a pseudonym of course
for a type of a cousin of the happy brown horse
The reindeer with a 47 Kilowatt nose
And it's only the fat man who has one of those
Some call him Rudolph, some call him names
But the elves still include him in most of their games
In fact we are wishing he was here now
to see in the dark what will we do, and how?

 

[Boneman]

Hee Hee, Zubi, I like that.......

 

[Boneman]

It sure isn't foggy
And the lights are all out
But the snuffling we're hearing
Means someone's about
We cling to the framework
And whisper our fears
As the snuffling gets louder
And fills up our ears

 

[Boneman]

Then a bright light is blazing
And it covers the floor
It sure is amazing
And we can see more
There's boxes and boxes
All filled up with money
And checking inside them
Is the new Easter bunny

 

[Boneman]

"A New Easter Bunny?"
I hear you exclaim
He's in the wrong legend
And he's not to blame
In Elf-time we'd waited
We used our Elf powers
'Cos ten minutes in your time
Is ten days in ours!

 

[Pyan]

The new Easter Bunny's
A bit of a crook.
He's not read the legend,
He's not read the book.
He's obviously out to
Steal Santa's cash
He'll then run for cover
He'll make a quick dash.
He'll steal Santa's reindeer,
The sleigh and the rest,
He's not all that funny,
A bit of a pest.

 

[Boneman]

Now we're down from the shelves
And we've got his measure
He's stolen the money
The gifts and the treasure
We're holding our breath
And it ain't halitosis
But we've just sprayed him
With Myxamatosis