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| The night before Christmas in all 7 cities | Started by: Gambino on Dec 06, '08 00:27 |
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Twas the night before Christmas in all seven cities The mobsters were busy all doing their pettys. Then Hayley started singing and her crew joined in They all sung like angels To each carol's end. Then along came Dante with some of his crew. "Hello there Hayley! Shall we carol with you?" Godmother Marietta and Zoey came by. Then Azuela, Gambino and Handiman rolled nigh. Their voices united in magnificent tones. "Merry Christmas!" they shouted "Come all! Sing along!" The two Dons from Philly were the last to arrive. The nectar of corn they had already imbibed. They hooted and staggered and all fell about. Till Godmother told them with an authoritative shout, "You drunken loud rascals! Be quiet with that noise! Our families are caroling. What's wrong with you boys?" Both Jimmy and Mane grinned up at their boss. "So sorry, Godmother, I'm afraid we're quite tossed." "Mane here had whiskey, while I drank the wine." said Jim to Marietta. "Just having good times." The Godmother nodded as a smile crossed her face, "You boys bring enough for the whole damn place?" "We did!" shouted Jimmy as he opened the trunk. "There's enough booze in here to get us all drunk!" "Unload all that whiskey. Let's take it inside for a Christmas to remember!" the Godmother cried. So they drank and they drank till they fell one by one. And all were passed out when Santa did come. St. Nick woke them all and gave admonition. "Who needs you, Santa when we have prohibition?!" |
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Gambino smiled at the crowd in the streets. Anybody care to challenge me in a poem off? I'll welcome all comers. |
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| Reply by: Gambino at Dec 06, '08 00:31 | |
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| Scarin claps and cheers Very nice Gambino! I am very glad that Hayley and her crew were singing before Dante got there. I have heard him sing and it would have ruined the whole adventure had he started it out. | |
| Reply by: Scarin at Dec 06, '08 00:34 | |
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| Wow, Gambino, quite impressive. Didn't know you had such stellar poetry skills. If I have the time, I may attempt to show you up. Or possibly fail miserably, but hey, it will at least be amusing. :D | |
| Reply by: Hayley at Dec 06, '08 00:35 | |
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Gambino grins sheepishly at Hayley and Scarin. I'm afraid I nipped a bit much myself. Hell, I even forgot Prozac :( Gambino rushes off to write another verse hoping to find something that rhymes with Prozac! |
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| Reply by: Gambino at Dec 06, '08 00:49 | |
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Alright Gam, here it goes. Definitely not as good as yours, but I tried. Keeping with the Xmas theme, I made my version of ole Rudolph. Slightly and ode to the smexy Godmother herself. You know Hayley and Dante And Mane and Jimmy, Handiman and Gambino And Prozac and Azuela and Zoey. But do you recall The smexiest leader of all? Marietta, the smexy godmother Great appeal she's got And if you ever see her You would even say shes hot All of the other leaders Look her up and down as she goes by Then they whisper to their RHM Man, I wish she was mine Then one foggy Christmas eve Santa came to say Marietta with your close so tight Won't you ride MY sleigh tonight? All the other leaders mugged him And they shouted out "you punk" Santa your horny bastard Your goin in my trunk!" |
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| Reply by: Hayley at Dec 06, '08 01:05 | |
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Muqtada inconspicuously closes his mouth after his jaw had mysteriously dropped at the marvelous production. A most impressive work of art, Gambino. I think I might have to pretend to have too much work to take you up on the challenge. Scarin, I wouldn't have worried too much if you guys had started; I'm sure you could have drowned Dante's voice out if it came to that. Besides, the Angels will always have your back when it comes to stopping out-of-tune singing. Some things can unite all of us together, after all. Muqtada decides not to mention how he knows that Gambino didn't really forget the pharmacy, since he's been sneaking pills all evening. Mentioning something like that would be rude. |
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| Reply by: Muqtada at Dec 06, '08 01:05 | |
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Gambino claps as Hayley recites her ditty. Awesome! Glad I didn't offer up any monies... afraid I would have to pay up for that one. Now as an apology to Prozac for my forgetfulness. Gambino clears his throat... This is weak shit, but hey, whiskey has a way of doing that shit... Here goes: Twas bright Christmas morning When Prozac arrived Finding all of the drunktards more dead than alive. "What's this?" he demanded as he kicked at a few. "You started without me? Well Pfft! To you to! He woke up Gambino then knocked him back out. "That's what you get!" Prozac did shout. "Listen up all, you have been warned! Hell hath no fury like a Prozac pill scorned!" |
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| Reply by: Gambino at Dec 06, '08 01:36 | |
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| Everyone needs a little Santa in thier lives :( | |
| Reply by: Santa_Claus at Dec 06, '08 02:11 | |
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| Whoa! nice one Gambino I liked that one more than your other one | |
| Reply by: bigdaddy183 at Dec 06, '08 02:23 | |
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lol Very intellectual all this poem malarkey. Well done Gambino :) But Hayley...yours doesn't even rhyme! :P |
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| Reply by: Pure_Healm at Dec 06, '08 05:22 | |
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| Woooohooooo Very Very Nice Song Gambino nicely done my friend =) | |
| Reply by: Death-Knight at Dec 06, '08 05:47 | |
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HEY HEY HEEEEYYYYY, who dares say I can't sing. I'll have you all know that I have the voice of an angel. Fair enough it's an angel that's had it's wings clipped, been roasted in hot oil and had it's entrails ripped out by hoards of demons. But still an angel none the less. |
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| Reply by: Dante_Balboni at Dec 06, '08 07:55 | |
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You disgust me. All of you. So triumphant with your inane poems and ditties, whilst you forget the true meaning of Christmas. I hear talk of Marietta this, Hayley that and Azuela the other - and I must ask from where this worshipping of false idols has come. Did our Lord die for nothing in the end? Did he place himself at the altar of sacrifice and cleanse our sins only for us to forget him and replace him with these false idols? For you, Heathens, I shall sing a true Christmas Carol that we may remember the purest meaning of this sacred period. Oasis begins to sing in a haunting baritone voice Away in Chicago, He was paying for sex. The shit-hot Lord Jethro asked, "it costs more for latex?" His Disciples seem uncomfy, They don't know what to do When Lord Jethro drops his trousers and displays his 'Whit-woo'. "Chloroform or Rohypnol?" The Lord Jethro enquires, He's decided not to pay for The impressive surprise. "I love thee, Lord Jethro." Said the whore when she came to, Thanks to the drugs she won't remember He covered her face in the goo. A tad extreme from our Lord Jethro, But he gets away with it. Thanks to the power of the Almighty, To his face they flock to sit. Bless all those who are mad-fer-it, in Thy Jethro's tender care. Entrust your love life to his wisdom For the women, he will share. Oasis holds the last night as his voice soars and dips over the crowd before halting on a spine tingling note Thank you for listening, hopefully this traditional carol will have opened your eyes and we can celebrate together the true meaning of Christmas. |
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| Reply by: Oasis at Dec 06, '08 09:40 | |
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Gambino returns to the podium and watches as Oasis steps down,looking questioningly at the crowd wondering why no one is applauding his efforts. "Ah, well, don't wait on me to thank you for that little creation Oasis. And as for me disgusting you, I am happy to inform you that the feeling is mutual, so at least we agree on something. Suffice it to say we don't share the same views on poetry. Knowing that there may be others who do not agree with either of us, I now open the podium again to anyone who would like to enter up their Christmas salute." Gambino walks away from the podium and back into the crowd to await the next poet. |
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| Reply by: Gambino at Dec 06, '08 12:46 | |
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Draven listens and claps as everyone finishes. How enjoyable it is to hear people using their creativity. Keep it up :) |
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| Reply by: Draven at Dec 06, '08 14:58 | |
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Oh come on Draven! Speak up! Give us a poem:D The crowd begins to chant, Draven! Draven! We want Draven! |
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| Reply by: Gambino at Dec 06, '08 15:06 | |
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HandiMan walked out to the streets to hear this challenge.He looked all around and cleared his throat . All these poems about Christmas just isn't for me. Cool stuff in the stocking is what I want to see. I'm needing more bullets, another BG or three. Let me wake up on Christmas and see that under my tree! And maybe Santa will bring someone smexy for me. Like Zoey or Hayley :D I have good taste! All agree? With that being said you can see my point of view. I'm too macho to be writing sappy poetry like you! Pfft! HandiMan walks off to the nearest bar to enjoy a drink |
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| Reply by: HandiMan at Dec 06, '08 16:17 | |
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| Handi... you rock! | |
| Reply by: Gambino at Dec 06, '08 16:18 | |
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| Oh yeah, BTW dude, I've already asked Santa for Hayley AND Zoey. So don't be too disappointed on Christmas morn, eh? | |
| Reply by: Gambino at Dec 06, '08 16:20 | |
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