CHeSHiRe-CaT
A Curious Breed
Haloo, all. This is my second one-shot, and one poem I decided to write in my free time, as I was sorta in the Christmas-y mood. I'd like some comments on it, as I took a fair amount of time and consideration putting it all in thought. Enjoy ^_^
Once upon a Christmas Eve, a little town did sigh
The chimneys smoked, while streets were soaked
With froth of whitened sky
All the streets were littered with those who had no coin
The children cry as the days would die
And all those there would join
‘Round the barrel of soot and ash with flames that towered tall
The people had gathered, though it would hardly matter
For hope was gone for all
The rich rushed by with greedy filth and ignored the needy so
Twisted by craving for a penny worth saving
Trudging hurriedly through the snow
A little child of faith and wonder walked up to the barrel that night
Wearing the patches of rags with no matches
Not even with a jacket in sight
The boy poured over the cylindrical can, weeping his sorrows past
His heart ached with grief, as a pitiful thief
Wandered by the child so fast
“What are you doing?” asked the thief. “Where are your parents, I hark?”
“I have none that care, for I rather would bear
To be beaten alone in the dark.”
The thief frowned at this comment, but something twinkled within his eye
Off came his coat, and he did as I wrote
And loomed toward the black, starry sky
While staring upon the heavens with pleasure, he pulled a sphere from his hip
He gave the child a nod, and with a small prod
Told him to find it a clip
The boy examined the sphere in his hands, while time suddenly seemed dead
The top was snow-white, as appeared in the light
And the bottom half was holly-red
A cold, metal button centered on the sphere made the boy curious and queer
So he pressed lightly, on the button wound tightly
And what a surprise of great cheer!
The ball released a Pokémon from the center contained with care
The light fragments shot, and the form did so wrought
Right in front of the boy on the square
The light took the shape of a creature that resembled a fawn of our own human world
Its dubbed name was Stantler, head perched with two antlers
With an eye-like essence they twirled
So it seemed after all that Christmas had come to the boy in his own very way
Through a kind, loving stranger, a servant of the manger
From which the Lord so did sway
The child would be happy, but something was missing; wherever did that kind thief go?
There were toys to deliver, to those who would shiver
With a brown, burlap sack, and “ho-ho”
̣·˚·The Wonderful Thief of Christmas·˚·̣
Once upon a Christmas Eve, a little town did sigh
The chimneys smoked, while streets were soaked
With froth of whitened sky
All the streets were littered with those who had no coin
The children cry as the days would die
And all those there would join
‘Round the barrel of soot and ash with flames that towered tall
The people had gathered, though it would hardly matter
For hope was gone for all
The rich rushed by with greedy filth and ignored the needy so
Twisted by craving for a penny worth saving
Trudging hurriedly through the snow
A little child of faith and wonder walked up to the barrel that night
Wearing the patches of rags with no matches
Not even with a jacket in sight
The boy poured over the cylindrical can, weeping his sorrows past
His heart ached with grief, as a pitiful thief
Wandered by the child so fast
“What are you doing?” asked the thief. “Where are your parents, I hark?”
“I have none that care, for I rather would bear
To be beaten alone in the dark.”
The thief frowned at this comment, but something twinkled within his eye
Off came his coat, and he did as I wrote
And loomed toward the black, starry sky
While staring upon the heavens with pleasure, he pulled a sphere from his hip
He gave the child a nod, and with a small prod
Told him to find it a clip
The boy examined the sphere in his hands, while time suddenly seemed dead
The top was snow-white, as appeared in the light
And the bottom half was holly-red
A cold, metal button centered on the sphere made the boy curious and queer
So he pressed lightly, on the button wound tightly
And what a surprise of great cheer!
The ball released a Pokémon from the center contained with care
The light fragments shot, and the form did so wrought
Right in front of the boy on the square
The light took the shape of a creature that resembled a fawn of our own human world
Its dubbed name was Stantler, head perched with two antlers
With an eye-like essence they twirled
So it seemed after all that Christmas had come to the boy in his own very way
Through a kind, loving stranger, a servant of the manger
From which the Lord so did sway
The child would be happy, but something was missing; wherever did that kind thief go?
There were toys to deliver, to those who would shiver
With a brown, burlap sack, and “ho-ho”
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