User blog comment:Beetee19/The Night Before Christmas: Iditarod Games Style/@comment-24542883-20121225055831/@comment-24542883-20121225062803

A Christmas poem.

Penelope Underwood, the platinum blonde rival,

Grasped for her bookshelf, taking out a bible.

"Why the hell do I have this?" Penelope roared,

Ripped out a few pages, then threw it at the wall.

She whipped her curls across her shoulder,

Then gazed at the Christmas tree, ready to smolder.

She rushed towards the tree, then pulled out a lighter,

Then in a minute or two the tree was on fire.

Her little brothers darted down the hall,

Then once they saw the tree, their faces began to scrawl.

"You stupid ugly children get back to your room,

I'll kill you both!" Penelope yelled, then began to zoom.

She sprinted past them, equipped with the lighter,

And once she reached the door, her face became brighter.

She taped a stone to the top of her lighter,

She dropped it by her feet, setting the heavy oaken floor into a pit of fire.

Penelope snickered with evilness,

Hoping that this moment to her would be endless.

....

The end.