(This is a fictional poem) <br /> <br />When I was twelve, I picked the name of a boy out of a jar. <br />We had to exchange Christmas presents and he wanted a model car. <br />But I decided to get him old maid cards instead. <br />He got mad and nearly bashed in my head. <br />Maybe I shouldn't have made fun of him when he decided to whine. <br />He beat me senseless and crammed those old maid cards where the sun doesn't shine. <br />He bashed my head on the teacher's desk and then he slammed me into the door. <br />I lost most of the blood and teeth that I had before. <br />After sticking chalk up my nose, he broke my ribs and this was a fight that I didn't win. <br />Oh hell! ! ! The next Christmas I picked his name again.<br /><br />Randy Johnson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/not-a-merry-xmas/
