Here is my poem ,

Number of words in each line
Beware of Santa
3
Ye Jolly ol'e Nick
4
I'm no longer Happy , I've became a dick.
8
No presents in stockings , you'd be lucky for coal
9
I'll Esports your ass then shit out your soul
9
I Drink , I lift ,I will not even lie
9
All I want for Christmas is; Esports
7
And Elves in Thigh highs..
5
I smell like whisky, bourbon, and scotch
7
I snapkick in grab mods and kick off your crotch.
10
I run with my antlers I chopped off for glee
10
Thats right my motto, gain points then flee...
8
Stay off the naughty list or I'll come in your chimney.
11
Total:100
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It flowed a lot better before i had to cut down on words for the limit, but i'm content with this
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working on my card now
Last edited by Gary; Dec 1, 2015 at 01:49 PM.