Behold! It is I! The master of pen, <br />The one who resides night and day in his den, <br />But today I will write you (and this to my friends) <br />A specialty script: you must read to the end. <br /> <br />For this year, for Christmas, my pockets are dry, <br />I cannot afford to set fire to your eye, <br />With materials least. But ignoring the trends, <br />I’m writing a poem about my wonderful friends. <br /> <br />The first on my list has a powerful fist, <br />And isn’t afraid to add lots of twists, <br />For John is a fighter, his spirit burns strong, <br />I know from my wounds: his aim’s never wrong. <br /> <br />This next young guy is a sight for the eye, <br />Especially now that his hair’s gone bye-bye. <br />Simon’s an ace, he’s funny and bright, <br />His knowledge of Earth is beyond my sight. <br /> <br />Now look at this lad, you’ll surely be glad, <br />He likes to play PES (and god, he ain’t bad!) <br />Cormac, it seems, is the only I’ve seen, <br />Who’s wrapped up my presents with old magazines! <br /> <br />We now come to Piers, the pwnage on CS, <br />Who drives in style (or he will) in large seven-seaters, <br />His laptop is pro, and his computer more so, <br />If it beats Will’s, it’s far from being slow. <br /> <br />And now for the final, for I’m running dry now, <br />She’s friendly and pretty and she’s rarely down. <br />Karen’s a light in everyone’s day, <br />She’ll help who she wants, and asks for no pay. <br /> <br />And so the poem has come to an end, <br />And so all is left to say: <br />Is an old phrase we use that’s rather cliché, <br />But merry Christmas, and a happy New Year’s Day! <br /> <br />*For my best friends, John, Simon, Cormac, Piers and Karen*<br /><br />Kieran McQuire<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/no-money-for-christmas-who-cares/
