Breaking Bad ChristmasNo...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