'Twas the Pie Before Christmas

[Ranokoa]

'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house,

several hundred creatures were stirring, in particular, Gary, the mouse.

With nose pointed upward, piercing the midnight air,

Gary foraged onward, with diligence and care.

 

Gary looked and looked 'till something special would catch his eye,

like a marshmallow gumdrop, or cheese bricks stacked so high.

If he were lucky, he might see the fridge open a-jar,

Then he'd finally be able to break into that half-finished candy bar!

 

Then, just as he snapped out of his day-dream,

He saw the prize, all covered in rich buttery cream.

Sitting like a trophy on the counter so very, very high,

it caught his attention, a delicious freshly baked pie.

 

He scurried across the kitchen just as fast as he could,

Eyes never leaving the pedestal from which the pie stood.

He jumped over a stool, and climbed up a chair,

Grappled up a hanging washrag, and soon, he was there.

 

Just before his reach was the gem so sweet,

he sat there and admired his beautiful treat.

So much hard work went into its creation,

surely the chef deserves a standing ovation.

 

You see, Mrs. Baker the baker, as old as she is,

could out-cook anyone, like a baking wiz.

This year was special, as she knew too well,

her time was short, and everyone could tell.

 

Although not in pain her doctor had said,

"I'd give you till Christmas, and then you'll be dead."

As was tradition she invited her kids,

even the retarded zombie who somehow survived SIDS.

 

She'd spend her last days in the arms of her loved ones,

Her grandchildren, daughters and both of her sons.

She poured out her heart making sure everything was just right,

made a wonderful feast and cleaned everything in sight.

 

She tired her little self out 'till all was set,

then went to rest when her satisfaction was met.

Thinking fondly of the night ahead,

she closed her eyes, and drifted off in her bed.

 

It was when she just fell asleep that Gary had poked out,

finding food for the colony like a good little scout.

He went back home to give his family the scoop,

"It is all clear," and that dispersed the group.

 

A thousand feet skittered across the floors,

Jumped on tables, and opened drawers.

They scoured everything, and ate their tummies full,

knocking over dishes, staining the rugs and wool.

 

They broke plates and spilled over platters,

knocking over heirlooms and breaking all that matters.

They feasted like a swarm of locust.

but only on the pie was Gary focused.

 

The few who found his treat left all well enough alone,

he did the work, he deserved to have it all on his own.

He sat and watched the happy whiskers with a smile,

and decided his pie he would eat in just a little while.

 

All bellies full they retreated back to their nest,

except for Gary, who stayed behind all of the rest.

He lifted the foil and revealed to the world again,

the pie of beauty, and took a bite right there and then.

 

As he dug in the pie his cute little snout,

A flea or fifty left Gary and jumped out and about.

Catching the scent of marvels they headed for the pie,

but just then Gary jumped as he heard a loud cry.

 

Mrs. Baker the baker had awakened thirsty in the night,

crawled out of bed, and put on the slippers so snug and tight.

She slowly drifted her way through the dimly lit halls,

arrived at the kitchen, and looked first to the walls.

 

She yelped in surprise at the mess all around,

and Gary took off, faster than the speed of sound.

She just about tripped and accepted it as cue,

she went back to bed, what more could she do?

 

The very next day her family had finally arrived,

along with a phone call, and the news for which she strived.

She shared with everyone in a much happier mood,

as they all stared at the ceiling covered in food.

 

"My results came in and boy are they good."

Her body was fighting back just as it should.

More days she was promised in a twist of fate,

news she really needed, and not a moment too late.

 

After the hugs and tears of joy started to subside,

the retarded zombie found what Gary tried to hide.

Barely touched, and deemed fine to be served,

the fleas swam around, completely unobserved.

 

Chomping down on crunchy bugs with delight,

they all became infected with such a horrible plight.

For now they were happy, and that you can't deny,

but Gary looked solemn as they ate his Bubonic Plague Pie.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Kudos if you like it!

 

Be well, sleep well, fight well, live long.

~Ranokoa

 

I'd like to think that Gary the Lemon Tree was in the pie that Gary the mouse sought after. I actually meant to include a stanza saying so, but forgot and now it's too late, and Gary is already the name that is now only referenced to another poem by the ending author notes.

Edited December 24, 2011 by Ranokoa

[AurianaValoria1]

Cute poem, if a bit icky and morbid at the end. :P Great job on the rhyming, that must have been difficult for such a long piece. Edited September 20, 2011 by AurianaValoria1

[Ranokoa]

Thanks. Ya most of my poetry is on the morbid side. And it was actually really easy, I used very simple rhymes and small words.

 

 

Edit: PS, thanks whoever deleted that for me.

Edited September 21, 2011 by Ranokoa