No...I'm not a poet, but I do like to "wordsmith" for fun once in a while.
I just wrote this about my fav TV Drama Series "BREAKING BAD"
Breaking Bad Christmas – by Rick Fortson (DrPencil.com)
Twas the night before Christmas, and meth heads were sad,
Supplies had run low, it was time to Break Bad.
The meth Lab was waiting, and stocked with great care,
In hopes that Saint Heisenberg soon would be there.
The batch they would cook while evading the feds,
While visions of Blue Sky danced round in their heads.
Skinny Pete had his gas mask, and Mike had his own,
Pinkman knew the procedure, for he had been shown.
When outside the cook tent there came such a clatter,
They all grabbed their handguns, some brains they might splatter!
Mike ran to the window, while Pete hid the cash,
Jesse unzipped the tent door while checking the stash.
The moon off the breast of the new fallen snow,
Showed the twinkle of blue on their crystals below.
When what to their watering eyes should appear,
But a Pontiac Aztek and several reindeer.
On Marco, on Tuco, on Hector and Gus,
On Krazy, on Badger, he started to cuss.
With a broken front windshield, I heard Walter call!
Put the Cash away! Cash away! Cash away all!
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And he filled all the beakers, and flasks with a smirk.
He adjusted the dials as he started to dress,
He gave them a nod as he claimed a success!
He sprang to his car, to his team gave a shout,
And they all flew away, leaving them with no doubt.
I heard Tuco exclaim as they flew out of sight,
Have a tight…tight Christmas, and a Breaking Bad night!
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