{"id":263,"date":"2010-04-27T21:40:37","date_gmt":"2010-04-28T04:40:37","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/armyoffour.org\/?p=263"},"modified":"2010-09-18T10:48:11","modified_gmt":"2010-09-18T17:48:11","slug":"poetry","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/armyoffour.org\/?p=263","title":{"rendered":"‘Poetry’"},"content":{"rendered":"

ATTACK BEFORE CHRISTMAS<\/strong><\/p>\n

‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house,<\/p>\n

Every creature was stirring, in search of a mouse.<\/p>\n

The traps were set by the chimney with care,<\/p>\n

In hopes that a rat would soon be there.<\/p>\n

The little mice were all snuggled in their beds,<\/p>\n

While visions of swiss cheese danced in their heads.<\/p>\n

And I at the gate, and mother defending the keep,<\/p>\n

Had just settled our heads for another night of no sleep;<\/p>\n

When out on the floor there arose such a clatter,<\/p>\n

That I at once unbarred the gate, to see what was the matter.<\/p>\n

A dish fell and broke asunder,<\/p>\n

With a sound closely resembling thunder.<\/p>\n

Then what to my wondering eyes should appear,<\/p>\n

But the cat: the cause of all our fear.<\/p>\n

With a paw so lively and quick,<\/p>\n

That I knew at once: it was Old Nick!<\/p>\n

More rapid than eagles his eyes sought mine,<\/p>\n

And he hissed, and sputtered, and readied to dine;<\/p>\n

To the front of the hole at the edge of the wall,<\/p>\n

he crept stealthily, causing fear in us all.<\/p>\n

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,<\/p>\n

When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,<\/p>\n

So was the fury of the attack that night,<\/p>\n

With the scratching and pawing that caused us such fright.<\/p>\n

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof<\/p>\n

The prancing and pawing of many a hoof.<\/p>\n

As I drew in my breath, and was turning around,<\/p>\n

Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound!<\/p>\n

I was so surprised, I could have jumped,<\/p>\n

But for the cat, into whom I had bumped!<\/p>\n

A deadly stare, and a surprised look,<\/p>\n

Were all I got, for the St. had opened a book.<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd when this house be in dread,<\/p>\n

It will come,\u201d so he read.<\/p>\n

Then from his great sack he pulled<\/p>\n

A young puppy, who drooled and rolled.<\/p>\n

The cat took off with a yowl, with the puppy close behind with a howl.<\/p>\n

And then the good St. Nicholas from his coat took a towel.<\/p>\n

And with it, began to wipe up the drool,<\/p>\n

Which on the floor, had formed a pool.<\/p>\n

And when he was done,<\/p>\n

In came the cat, at a run,<\/p>\n

With the pup close behind.<\/p>\n

And the drool was refined<\/p>\n

To a thread, that went out far past the pup\u2019s tail,<\/p>\n

And finally ended up, ensnaring the mail.<\/p>\n

And the cat was zooming around,<\/p>\n

Absolutely terrified of the hound.<\/p>\n

And the pup chased him away,<\/p>\n

And promptly ran into a tray.<\/p>\n

The cat ran up the stairs,<\/p>\n

Taking the steps in pairs.<\/p>\n

The pup ran right up with him,<\/p>\n

And with his steps, kept rhythm.<\/p>\n

The cat ran across the floor,<\/p>\n

And then through an open door.<\/p>\n

The pup tried to do the same,<\/p>\n

But speedily ran into a game.<\/p>\n

The cat sprang up upon a bed,<\/p>\n

And ran to its occupant\u2019s head.<\/p>\n

The pup scrambled up onto the bed,<\/p>\n

But ran into its occupant\u2019s head.<\/p>\n

Then was the shouting great,<\/p>\n

And as it was later described, \u201cfirst rate\u201d.<\/p>\n

But I shut the door,<\/p>\n

And saw no more.<\/p>\n

And so ended the night,<\/p>\n

And we had no more fright.<\/p>\n

ROCKET SCIENCE
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‘Twas Brillig, and the slithey toves<\/p>\n

Did gyre and gimble in the wabe.<\/p>\n

All mimsy were the borrowgroves,<\/p>\n

And the mome raths outgrabe.<\/p>\n

“Beware the Jabberwrocket, my son!<\/p>\n

The pipes that smoke, The sirens that sound!<\/p>\n

Beware the Hubbub noise, and shun<\/p>\n

The fumes from the engine ’round!”<\/p>\n

He took his vorpal sword in hand:<\/p>\n

Long time the manxome foe he sought–<\/p>\n

So rested he by the Tumtum tree,<\/p>\n

And stood awhile, in thought.<\/p>\n

And as in uffish thought he stood,<\/p>\n

The Jabberwrocket, with engines aflame,<\/p>\n

Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,<\/p>\n

And smoked as it came!<\/p>\n

One, two! One, two! And through and through,<\/p>\n

The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!<\/p>\n

He left it dented, and with the fuel,<\/p>\n

He went gallumphing back.<\/p>\n

“And hast thou dented the Jabberwrocket?<\/p>\n

Come to my arms, my beamish boy!<\/p>\n

O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!”<\/p>\n

He chortled in his joy.<\/p>\n

‘Twas Brillig, and the slithey toves<\/p>\n

Did gyre and gimble in the wabe.<\/p>\n

All mimsy were the borrowgroves,<\/p>\n

And the mome raths outgrabe.<\/p>\n

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