So pulling a 24 hours shift today and in my lunch break worked on this for a bit, but be warned I am not a poet, but looking for some creative touches to enhance it, goal is to advertise Bartertowns Charity Army, the NOVA, and the NOCF all at the same time, and hint at some of the greatness that is the 40K Charity Army.
I am open to any and all feedback, after we get it a little better, perhaps I can trick the powers that be into getting it posted in the Newsletters and or the NOVA and or NOCF blogs. But I think it needs some work, as again, I am not a poet, let me know your thoughts.
Thanks in advance!
Hello NOVA Fans,
Today’s I thought I would share with you a Holiday Christmas story,
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all thro' bartertown.com,
Not a die was rolling, not even a D6;
The miniatures were placed on the shelves with care,
In hopes that the NOVA would soon would be there;
The gamers were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of vast armies danc'd in their heads,
And Laurie in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap —
When out in the game room there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the chair to see what was the matter.
Away to the dungeon I flew like a flash,
Tore open the door, and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new fallen dust,
Gave the light of mid-day to objects a must;
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a massive 40k Army, and a dozen volunteers,
With a little old style, so lively and full of motivation,
I knew in a moment it must be the NOVA OPEN CHARITABLE FOUNDATION.
More rapid than eagles their coursers they came,
And they whistled, and shouted, and call'd them by name:
"Now! Terminators, now! Assault Marines, now! Scouts and Land raiders,
"On! Knight Titan, on! Drop pod, on! Dreadnoughts and Land speeders;
"The Army list posted to Bartertown.com! To the top of the forum wall!
"Now donate away! Donate away! Donate away all!"
As the donations arrived, The Army list was formed,
Off to Bolters and Bows they went, Troy’s brushes prepared;
So with custom bases, and tons of lights to be entertain,
With the Rhinos full of Marines — and a Knight Titan:
And then in a twinkling, I heard on the roof,
The prancing and pawing of each armored hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney a games day boarding Marine came with a bound:
He was dress'd all in Armor, from his face full of spite,
And his Armor was all shined with Blue and Bone White;
A fully loaded bolter was flung on his back,
And he look'd like the devil just opening his sack:
His eyes — how they burned! His power weapon: how merry,
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry;
The pin of a grenade he held tight in his teeth,
And the grenade it encircled my feet like a wreath.
He had a broad face, and a pair of massive biceps,
That could crush an alien skull, like doctors forceps:
He was tall and solid, and afraid of no elf,
And I defecated when I saw him in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
Soon gave me to know I would soon be dead.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
Drawing his sword; then turn'd with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose.
He sprung to his thunder hawk gunship, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew, like the down of a thistle:
But I heard him exclaim, over the sound of the orbital bombardment —
Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night.