It's the night before Christmas,
And here we all are,
About to hear a poem,
That is quite bizarre.

Although it does rhyme,
It doesn't make much sense,
But it's not really the words,
It's what it represents.

A poem of love,
To a very good friend,
A friendship that will last,
Until the bitter end.

I'm talking about Rhani,
She is as cute as can be,
Even though she's quite old,
… like a hundred and three.

She's been through a lot,
Some bumps, bruises, and smashes,
But always fixed up,
… even got new eye lashes.

When I come over,
You are so kind,
To share your bed with me,
Even though it's confined.

Well, I can't think of any more rhymes,
So this is the end,
I love you Rhani Bam Chosun,
From Buck Moose, your very best friend.

Oh, one more thing,
You'll think it's the bomb,
It's your gift from me,
Rhani.com