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Christmas Poem Parody


it was the night before Christmas when all through the house not a human was stirring but there was a frightened mouse.. She had a fear that the great mouse slayer would soon be here. The little mouse wanted to come out and see the house all decked out in holiday cheer. There were no signs of the mouse slayer, but an unfamiliar noise she soon did hear.

The little mouse looked up to see a giant machine with a young woman inside. The woman wore a side ponytail and when she saw the mouse she wanted to hide. The young woman squealed and almost ran her machine into the wall; the little mouse didn't understand these actions because there was no reason to fear her at all. In fact, I felt bad for the woman trapped in this machine, I ventured out trying to make friends. However, I saw one of her giant wheels coming for me.

It was the night before Christmas when all through the house, I turned my little head and looked over my shoulder she was rolling it me like a giant bulldozer. My little life flashed before my eyes and I wondered how many more wheels of the charter I would see. I thought this young woman with the side ponytail would cause me no harm. I was wrong.

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