Night before x-mas parody :: essays research papers

Twas the night before spring break, when all through the cityLots of young people were stirring, excite in their houseThe short pants and short sleeves were hung in the closet with care,In hopes that warm weather soon would be thereThe children were restless creation stuck in there beds,While visions of pre-summer fun danced in there headsAnd dark in the window and I on the couch,Had just woken up from a riotous evening nap,When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from my resting place to see to see what was the matter.Away to the window I flew like a flash,Turned on the light and threw up the sash.The moon on the rest of the fresh spring grassGave the luster of morning to objects below,When what to my sleepy eyes should appear, barely a kid on a razor scooter, offending my ears.With a little young rider so lively and quick,I knew in a moment it must be a neigbor.More anoying than anything was the grinding that came,As he rumbled and grumbled down the pavement he cameAs dry leaves before the nonsensical hurricane fly,When he meets a small rock scooter and rider will fly,So down to the street corner he flew,With a frown on his face and a broken scooter too.And then, in a twinkling, i heard on the streetThe jumping and screaming and each muffled oof.As i drew in my hand and was turning around,Up from the pavement he came with a bound.He was dressed all in new apparel from his head to his foot,And his clothes were all tarnished with dirt from a nearby tree rootA beat up scoter he had flung on his back,And he looked like he was homeless and high on crack.His eyes didnt twinkle, his dimples not merryHis cheeks were filled with embarrassment and his face red as a cherryHis droll little mouth pulled down in a frown,And the amusement of his actions compared with a clownThe stump of a handlebar he held tight in his hand,And the thought of his misfortune circled his head,He had a broad face and a round little belly,That shook when he walked like a bowlful of jelly.He was chubby and plump, a right sorry young elf,And i laughed when i saw him, in spite of myself