Ebonics Christmas poem;
>Ebonics Crimmus Pome
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>Wuz de nite befo Crimmus
>An' all ober de hood
>ereybody wuz sleepin'
>Dey wuz sleepin' good.
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>We hunged up our stockings
>And hoped like de heck
>That ol' Sanna Claus
>Be bringin' our check!
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>All o' de fambily
>Wuz layin' in de beds
>While Ripple and Thunderbird
>Dance tru dey heads.
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>I passed out in de flo
>Right next to my maw
>When I heard sech a fuss, I thunk
>"It must be de law!"
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>I looked out thru de bars
>What covered my doe
>Spectin' de sheriff
>Wif a warrant fo sho!
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>And what did I see?
>I said, "Lawd, look at dat!"
>Ther' wuz a huge watta-melon
>Pulled by giant warf rats!
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>Now ober all de years
>Sanna Claus, he be white
>But, looks like us bros
>Gets a black Sanna dis night.
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>Faster dan a po'lees car;
>My home boy, he came.
>He whupped on dem warf rats
>And called dem by name!
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>On Leroy, on 'Lonzo,
>And on Willie Lee,
>On Saphire, on Chenequa;
>Dey wuz a site to see!
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>As he landed dat watta-melon
>Out der in de skreet
>I knowed fo sho
>Da damndest site I ebber did see!
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>He didn't go down no chimbley;
>He picked da lock on my doe.
>And I sez to myself,
>"####, he done dis befoe!"
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>He had dis big bag
>Full of prezents I 'spect
>Wid Air Jordans and fake gold
>To wear 'roun my neck.
But he left no good prezents;
just started stealin' my ####.
Got my drugs, got my guns,
Even got my burglar's kit!
Wit my stuff in de bag
Out da window he flewed
I woulda tried to catch him
But he stole my knife too!
He jumped on dat watta-melon
An' whipped out a switch
He wuz gone in a secon',
dat sonuvabitch!
Next year I be hopin'
Anutha Sanna we git
Cuz diz here Sanna Claus
Just ain't werf a s h i t!
Stay safe everyone!!!!
