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'Twas the night 'fore Ajoramas and all through the keep
Not a goblin was stirring (thank CT5 Sleep)
Crossbows were hung on the mantel with care
In the hopes Algus' ghost would stay 'way from there

The kiddies were nestled all snug in their packs
Giving Dycedarg a moment to finally relax
Zalbag in jammies, me with a javelin
Waited for morn and the present unravelin'

When outside the window, there arose a commotion
I teleported to check in one breezy motion
The curtains were shut, but I parted them thus
And readied my spear to inspect the fuss

The cloudy sky made a windswept clime
And would give bonuses to ice, Zalbag had chimed
I looked down askance at the ruckus' cause
And exclaimed to my brethren, "It's Santa Claus!"

He had a lone courser of tentacled face
That pulled his sleigh on at astonishing pace
The jolly man readied his crop with a crack
And blows fell upon the squidlarkin's back

As a sword upon broadened shield does veer
When met by an obstacle too thick to be sheared
The sled ground 'gainst the bank, til up on one rail
It shot through the sky like a Bismarkian whale

When right behind me, a burgeoning crowd!
I then realized I'd been narrating aloud
Before I could explain no whale existed
Alma hushed us, and no one resisted

Castle Igros' rooftop was spangled by noise
When Santa slid down the flue, abreast of his toys
The silent crowd clamored like soldiers for hire
Dyce ran to his aid and put out the fire

At long last, we held that man in our sights
Who'd brought joy to this long storied night
His rosy face was besooted, dark like a grue
Other features were like more similes I knew

His wit soon had us in merriment's throes
As he said of our mantel, "I also hang those!"
We all tipped our cups and he opened his bag
In order to brandish all kinds of swag

But the greatest gift was reserved for us all
As we heard a knock from far down the hall
Dyce opened the door and like a holiday carol
Soon exclaimed "It's my eldest brother...Daryl!"

The clan ran forward for teary embrace,
And left the servants to clean up the place
Santa held back and smirked at the scene
Then flew up the chimney with magic unseen

He clicked his reins as a good driver might
And crossed off his list as he took flight
He passed overhead and I seem to recall
Him saying "Merry Ajoramas to each of you all!"

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Almost forgot to post the classic this year.

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F'n amazing. Thank you!!!

But you've got to tag me in FFT topics, it's GameFaqs law.

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'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the burg
All the hosts were ganking, causing a scourge
The summons were waiting by the spawn without care
In hopes that an invader soon would be there;

The invaders were smote all smug in their spawns
While summons of praise the sun danced like pawns
And the host in her giants set and I in my sack
Had just ninja flipped for a rapier to the back

When out of the little room there arose such a spammer
I rolled from the host right into smoughs hammer
Away to the ladder I flew while they flasked
Popped a humanity and shuddered at what Kaathe had asked

The shield on my back gave a sickly green glow as I
gave the gesture of shrug to objects below,
when, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
but a miniature havel with a dragon slayer spear.

With a little old havel, so laggy and quick,
I knew in a moment he must be a dick
More vapid than zombies, his summons they came,
and he well what is it and his gesture showed me no shame

"Now Masher! Now spammer!
Now, twopper and Flasker!
On, beader! On, Hornet!
On, Wogger and Masker!
To the bottom of the burg
From the top of the wall!
Now Mash away! Mash away!
Mash away all!"

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Here are some of my FFT poems -

TravelingJack

Traveling with a heretic is not always fun
Run into 87 Monks that Musty kills with his gun.
Algus joins the party and makes everything sour
Virgo or Pieces, Rafa doesn't give up her flower.
Everyone wants to kills us at each and every turn
Lede or Celia, the assassins, will be happy to make us burn
Items will always save us, sand-bagging is fun
Night Sword their life, and watch them all run.
Girls fall to their knees, but perfumes give them life
Just when I thought I could take them for a wife.
Alone in the world, with me and my crew
Crush all the eggs, so we don't have a zoo.
Kill everything.

Octans

Orbonne Monastery is where we start
can we save Princess Ovelia?
To the fight, it is only right
Along comes Delita for pedophilia.
No, this can't be true, does he want a wife?
Someday soon, she'll stab him with a knife.

KokyuDosa

Knights, please don't break my stuff
Oracles will now make you funny
Knights go blind, I'm hard to find
you are wasting all my money.
Ultima, the High Seraph, we are going to kill you
Didn't have a chance to knock
Orlandu is cast, you will not last
simply you are going to be rocked.
Altima is a better name.

Mairuzu

Mustadio, why do you always die
alone on the top of your wall
I have a good party, but your not a smarty
run in head-first until you fall.
Usurpation will not be, if you don't give them a stun
zodiac stones we need, just shoot them with your gun.
Useless.

abbr

Alone in the battle, Ramaza stands tall.
beaten and bloody, Wiegraf will now fall.
Before the final blow, he just disappears
run away now, for a monster as appeared.

Ulala Rules

Uber Squire, Mr. Buttpants
Loved a little girl.
Alma is so sweet
loved to make her twirl.
Alone again tonight
Ramza and Alma embrace
Uber Squire and his Cleric sister
Letting Mbarrier wash away disgrace.
Even if you think Delita has the better wife
simply put, at least Ramza didn't catch a knife.

AlmasNo1Fan

A fan of Alma, is this a kind of joke
Little money, it's not funny
maybe you had too much to toke.
A fan of Alma, you're face should be red
sit down, do not clown
Now I hope this love is dead.
Oh, still a fan of Alma
1 more time, I will not Mime
For she is cold as Shiva.
A fan of Alma now lays dead
neutralize incest before it spreads.

Liam8

Level 8 Monk has some spunk
increasing the enemy with recreancy.
Alone in a fight, he'll be alright
My main guy TRC.
8ball in the hole.

_MorningStar

March on The Merchant City of Dorter
One goal on our mind
run away now, we'll kill you I vow
notch your eyes 'till your blind.
I saw your ass Wiegraf
now we are a party to your plot
get ready to fight, your sister was tight
Slaughter the Corpse Brigade 'till they rot.
Today we end this bloody game
and your head will be on a spike
rot in the ground, no piety is found, with each and every strike.

emotional28

Elmdor likes to suck,
my blood every night
offered his body to be used,
to the first Lucavi demon in sight.
Inside his castle at Limberry
Order of the Southern Sky he betrayed
Nanten's God Orlandu fought
and helped his body lay.
Lightning Stab!

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RandomTask81

Reis Duelar, our sexy little beast
always helps my every need
Nelveska Temple we fought so hard
diverted her from Dragon breed.
Occult in every sense
my main girl in this game
Templar Knight, you have no right
A Beowulf only in name.
So Rise my sexy beast, please come to my bed
killing time by writing rhymes, for a true man you will wed.

tigerjackhammer

Time Mages make us quick
Ice with Wizards in the snow
Geomancers walk on lava
Every Priest helps our HP grow.
Rent or Steal stuff with Knights and Thieves
Jump with Lancers until they're dead
Accumulate with Rama's Squire
Calculators win the battle, if spells are left to spread.
Kill them far with Archer's bows
Hamedo on every Monk
and Dance or Sing the night away
Mystic Oracle makes them walk around drunk.
Mediator makes them switch sides
Every Summoner stands tall
Run them down with Nina fists, Mime will copy it all.

emonwing13

Drawn from a common womb, a hero was then born
ever fighting to protect the weak, for a sister he did morn.
marched an army against Beoulve, to protect the one he loved
only now his name is sung, in Ivalice he is now beloved.
Never once did he give up hope, he stood by every plan
War and love are bloody acts, you must do everything you can.
Ivalice's Lion War was told through through betrayal and lies
Now you must ask yourself, which hero do I imply?
Golden.

scifiman2009

Saint Ajora betrayed his country, but is written like a God
Church of Glabados hid these lies, so people would be awed.
I learned the truth though scriptures lost and aimed to make it right
for many people lost their lives, to cover up this plight.
I am one who lost their life, but I hope my words see light
May this letter change your views, so we may put right.
And now I walk to my death, my last mission that I do
never let them lie again, and make them always speak true.

Wydileie2000

Women in my party, because they are better then men
you can not kill them becuase they will always rise again.
Do not be mad when they buy an expensive purse
I have leaned it will help us through the worst.
Love them most, and let them help
even if they take all your money
ignore their death, they'll live again
even against an unbeatable army.

@Shotgunnova

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These are good poems, yo. I should make a new FFT Christmas one for next year.

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Tag lol those were neat

Shotgunnova posted...

These are good poems, yo. I should make a new FFT Christmas one for next year.

Thanks! I dont like most of them anymore, but its fun looking back on them.

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Found one by @Shotgunnova in my old topic!

Eleven monks looked down the hill
For any traveler they could kill
Right off the bat, they found a lad
And spied the heavy purse he had
They charged headlong and the hammer dropped
Even now they're still Galaxy Stopt

We've been spitting bars for 9 years now, buddy.

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I thought that said Christmas Porn

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Life is short...

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Here is one by @Melanchthon , but I remember it being a community poem where people gave lines and they just picked the best ones to make the poem. I could be wrong, though.

Archers are Awesome, until you get Thieves
Geomancers are Graceful and stir up the leaves
Thieves are Thorough when stripping your gear
Priests are Predacious when armed with a spear
Mediators are Masters at raising your brave
Chemists are Champs at sending undead to the grave
Dancers are Dangerous and move with such grace
Oracles are Outrageous with a stick in your face
Knights are Knowledgeable but often abused
Ninjas are Nasty however theyre used
Mimes are mindless; they do as theyre told
Samurais are Strenuous, time-consuming and bold
Wizards are Wicked at sealing your fate
Calculators are Cautious and make everyone wait
Summoners are Superior and make enemies cry
Time Mages are Terrors when dropping rocks from the sky
Bards are Beneficial and stay in the back
Special classes are special (except for Malak)
Lancers are Leapers who make excellent tanks
Squires are Steppingstones and deserve our thanks

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Found one of my old Ramza/Mime poems, too. Almost the ten-year Ramzaversary.

https://gamefaqs.gamespot.com/boards/197339-final-fantasy-tactics/52991820

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Wow, I never saw that one before. Thanks for linking to it

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