Sette's Holiday Recitation

'Twas the night before Christmas and all through Kasslyne

The date made no difference, you ethnocentric swine.

Sette Frummagem perched atop a high temple steeple,

Scheming a scheme to rob all the people.

Her zombie's leash was all clutched in her fist,

As his stomach gurgled and he tugged at her wrist.

And Elka in her armour and Toma on his hound,

Were patrolling the streets on their cool midnight round

When down a dark alley there arose such a clatter,

They galloped 'round the corner to see what was the matter.

Duane was eating a pigeon, all feathers and blood,

He grumbled at the cops as he crouched in the mud.

The moon lit him brightly and Elka swore, aghast,

When Boo landed on her head and blinded her with flash!

Then what atop Pantoffel's rear did alight,

But a cackling Sette to give Toma a fright!

She clutched in her fist a sack fat with loot.

The cops knew at once she was more crooked than cute.

Sly as a smoke eel she dodged their attacks,

And she mocked them and shouted and threw cans at their backs!

"You stoopid coppers, there ain't no one of course

Who can stop Sette Frummagem and her fierce attack corpse!

Duane, leave off that bird and come to me aid!

Boo, pull out their eyelashes and don't be afraid!"

Graceful as a goat falling down a slippery stair

was the response of Sette's felonious pair:

Duane shambled at Toma, mouth downy and red.

Boo leapt at Elka, beating twig-legs on her head!

But then, with a twinkling, he was hit with a spell,

and Duane growled as Pantoffel balked at his smell.

High leapt the hound, knocking the zombie off its feet,

Which Pant kept for a moment, gnawing rotten meat.

But zombie toes are foul so Duane's skull was bit next,

And Toma cheered as the dumb corpse's limbs were all wrecked.

He looked for Sette but the moon darkened with fog;

Blackness fell over street, cops, zombie, and dog.

Green eyes - how they glinted in the dark, so devious!

Pointed teeth beneath formed a grin, so mischievous!

Sette struck! Between Pantoffel's legs she dashed,

Swung up with her knife so the tackle was slashed!

The hound yelped as its saddle slipped off its rear,

Elka cast at the air where the thief had appeared!

But now it was Toma sliding into that space.

Tumbling from his seat he was hit in the face!

Elka grimaced as the Captain's head smoked and glowed,

Then a blow to the knees sent her rear to the road!

Duane clambered atop, nipped her ear, licked her nose,

Boo attacked her boots with his fierce dagger-toes!

Elka thought she was finished-- undone by a Sharte!

But noble rogue Sette still had half a heart.

A night this affable surely had room for love.

Away, carrion crow! Come, morning dove!

With a wave and a salty lick of her fang,

Sette gave a nod, and called off her gang.

She sprang to the rooftops, plod and bug in her wake,

And away they all sank like a rock in a lake.

But Toma heard her exclaim as she leapt off a clothes wire—

“I nicked your saddlebags and your dog's on fire!”