okay, this poem's a bit like a parody of Danny Phantom, the Fright Before Christmas and A Christmas Carol mixed together. It's peotry, but it's coming in chapters too! i don't own DB
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Out on that track a sight was beheld,
Artha Penn got first place, he was not felled.
But Artha noticed something the laws of nature defied,
It seemed he and Beau were the only ones who tried.
Even Moordryd Payyn did not attempt to cheat
And in trying to compute this Artha’s brain became beat.
Kitt Wonn explained, after the race,
“Oh, come on Artha, don’t you know what’s taking place!
This is the day before Christmas, so races aren’t a mental free-for-all
Since who wants to be injured on Christmas because their dragon took a fall?”
Lance gave a sigh, “He hates Christmas Kitt.”
She rolled her eyes, “Yeah, he’s having quite a fit!”
Artha snapped, “I’m fine guys, come on, I won!”
Lance reproached, “Bro, you’re not being much fun!
And maybe, just maybe, if you’d get a clue,
You’d remember that you’re not alone, Beau hates Christmas too!”
With this Parm stared, forgetting to fix the gear that was a wreck
And Cain came over from brushing Coeshun’s neck.
Cain laughed, “That dragon hates Christmas, that’s hard to believe!
I mean, think of the goodies and cookies you get on Christmas Eve!”
Moordryd stormed to them, “Cain, what are you doing over here?
Unless these brats needed help boosting the older Penn’s cheer!”
Lance looked at Moordryd, “Wait, you can tell?”
“Mini-brat, to everybody, that’s as clear as a bell!”
Kitt pleaded, “Oh, Artha, this is being insane!
Even Moordryd’s got Christmas spirit, and he’s a Payyn!”
Artha blinked, ‘Jeez Kitt, of course I know he’s brat!”
Kit smacked her head, “I was using his name! What I meant was not that!”
Artha snapped, “I can’t believe all of you think Beau and I are being strange!
Well here’s clue, that’s not about to change!”
Moordryd grabbed Artha’s collar, and held up a fork.
Artha asked, “What’s that for?” “So you can eat your words dork!”
With that Moordryd dropped Artha Penn on the ground,
And he hit the ice with a loud crunching sound.
Lance slipped bit of paper to Cain and said, “Keep in touch,
Parm’s got a plan, it shouldn’t be too much!”
Cain nodded, “Yeah, by tomorrow your bro will be fixed,
And Moordryd and I have full control of the tricks!
I’m hoping you three and your dragons know what to do!”
Lance nodded, “Yeah, come by your compound at nine-oh-two!”
Parm grinned, ‘It doesn’t matter if Artha and Beau don’t want to hear it,
We’re going to give them a little Christmas spirit!”
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That's the first bit!

wow!!! I loved the way the words ryhme (spelling)!!!! good one!! hope you post more!
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Yeah, really. That's good! Looking forward to the rest.

MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE 2!!!!!!

I'm rather impressed. :) Good filking, though Scrooge!Artha doesn't make much sense to me.

Why Artha's being a grouch come next section.

Okay, here's the next section. I do not own dragon booster or Crisco!

Kitt turned to Lance, “Okay, before we trick Artha and Beau, and have a ball,
You’ve got to tell me, what’s the cause of this all?”
Lance gave a sigh, “It’s the same every year!
Artha just has no holiday cheer!”
Parm nodded, “It started when he was five,
At a party, I remember the music, it was Stayin’ Alive!
Lance wasn’t around yet, so he didn’t see,
Their parents have a spat right next to the tree!
Beau and Artha were there, and needless to mention,
Both of them wanted a little attention!”
Lance went, “It went on like that for years, our parent’s fight.
It even went on every Christmas night!
That was all Fracshun and I saw, so we thought it was standard,
Even when Artha was twelve, and tied me up with a lanyard!
And then our Yuletide without mom was a total mistake!
Beau was so mad, he, well, went, on the cake!”
Parm finished, “So every year its’ the same, no matter what!
During this time of year, those two are in a rut!”
Kitt sighed, “Lance, I don’t know why your parent’s had that fight,
But we’re giving Artha a merry Christmas tonight!”
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Later that night, because they knew what to do,
Three teens and their dragon went to the Dragon Eye compound that nine-oh two.
They knocked and hammered, and beat the door,
Finally Moordryd, Cain and their dragons came out, at nine-of-four!
“You guys are late!” Kitt did beseech,
Moordryd replied, “We were plotting. You know this plan isn’t a day at the beach!”
Back at the stables Lance and Moordryd grabbed some decorations that were bagged,
And by Cain, Parm, and Kitt some garlands were snagged.
After Lance had made sure that Artha and Beau were asleep, he turned to them all,
And he said, “Come on guys. Let’s deck the halls!”
Moordryd, Cain and Coershun rigged up the tricks, Fracshun tried not to make a mess,
And Wlydfyr and Decepshun helped Kitt with the white dress.
Lance hung the garlands, and Cyrano guarded the door,
Behind which slept beau and Artha, with no idea what was in store!
Kitt came out in a flowing white gown,
her makeup was neon and her hair was down,
She said, “Ghost of Christmas Past is solid and steady.
So guys, you got those scrapbooks ready?”
For ad time travel would obviously not work,
the boys had another plan, and they did not shirk.
Parm wired the VIDD-screens and pictures as one,
And Moordryd, with the remote, was in charge of the fun.
Cain handed Kitt some powder, “It’ll make you glow bright!
I tricked Rancyyd with it last Halloween night!”
Lance was in charge of the sound effects of the fiasco,
And Fracshun finished coating the hall floor with Crisco.
Lance pressed the jukebox, and came out did a wail.
And this is the true beginning of the tale!

The crisco comes in later!

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write moore, write moooore, write mooreee..ME LIKES IT A LOT!!!!!

ME 2! I want more! No wait, I NEED more!

Cool! Dragon Booster poetry! Yay! Me wants more please!

Artha and Beau stepped out the door,
Without even knowing who was there second before,
Kitt hid behind a column, with her dress and glowy powder,
And Decepshun behind another all covered in flour.
The rest of the tricksters were in a spare room,
Preparing to lift two Scrooges holiday gloom!
Beau and Artha slipped on the Crisco and flew down the hall,
They would not have stopped, but they hit a wall.
Kitt stepped out and said, “I am the ghost of Christmas past!
Now feel my dragon’ mag blast!”
Decepshun blasted the two with glee.
And back in the room Moordryd had a laughing spree.
Kitt sounded ghostly the voice modifier worked like a charm,
Well, of course it did, it was made by Parm!
Artha and Beau blinked in shock, the ghost looked like Kitt!
But her voice was off, and the dragon didn’t look like Wyldfyr one bit.
Artha asked, “What’s going on here?”
Kitt shoved him to a VIDD-screen, “Oh, just view some past cheer!”
Parm placed an image on the screen, a small Artha Penn, drawing on paper,
And a little Beau, no doubt planning a Christmas caper,
Luckily Parm also altered some pixels so little Beau,
Would be in everyday colors instead of black and gold. Whoa!
Little Artha looked at little beau, “Daddy says soon we’re gonna be big bros.”
Little Beau rolled his eyes, and looked down his nose,
As if to ask, “Why?”
The current-day Beau gave a little sigh.
Little Artha continued to draw his pick,
Moordryd thought it looked a bit like a dragon tick.
Back in the past a black haired woman looked through the door,
And asked if in manner of food Artha or Beau wanted more.
Present-day Artha and Beau rolled their eyes,
Artha said, “Hey, ghostee, what you don’t’ realize,
is that soon after that I fell down the stairs!
And having a broken leg on Christmas really isn’t fair!”
Decepshun blinked, and kicked the screen,
And lo, another Christmas was seen!
it was three years later, and a kid with red hair
Was unnerving his brother with a puppy stare.
Moordryd smirked at Lance teasingly,
And said, ‘You’ve been honing that skill awhile I see!”
Not many of the memories were better than good,
Namely because Beau and Artha weren’t being happy like they should.
Kitt didn’t like the way this was staring to go,
Especially after a pic of Artha kissing a girl under some mistletoe!
Mind you, he hadn’t looked that glad,
But still, seeing that made Kitt mad.
“What do you want?” Artha cried in vain.
For Kitt and Decepshun had run back to Moordryd, lance, Parm and Cain.
“Well I meant what I said, and I said what we meant!
You can try to make us like Christmas, but you won’t leave a dent!
So see you later, you stupid boo!”
Lance grinned at Moordryd, “Time for Phase two!”
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The reasont hey stuck Kitt with Decepshun was by mixing the dragons and riders, Artha doesn't know who it is!

NEEEEEEEEEEEED MORE!!!! This is so drac!!!!!!! continue, continue, continue, continue *the coffee effect has just disappeared*...ohh write more..hehe :rolleyes:

This is a VERY cute poem! I would like to see much more of it in the future! I bet it will turn out amazing!

I am very, very impressed. Nicely done. :)

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Can't wait for Christmas,
Can you not see?
All I can say:
What a spree!
Kay Yasha, I hope
that the spirit of Christmas,
please note,
Will come back to you
So you may continue.
Oh, Artha, I wonder
How long this will go.
You can't resist the Christmas, can you?
Sometimes I ponder,
why Beau didn't help.
Can you not hear it?
Can you not smell it?
The Christmas is coming!
And I keep hoping,
This wonderful poem
Will keep on going
And will bring joy among them.

But lets wait just a tad more
For soon the spirit of Christmas will visit our home.
Just a few months, and a few weeks
Before the joyful laughter will fill our cheeks.

Hmm, isn't it too early to be excited over Christmas? It's still September.

Or do you want me to wake you up when September ends? ^_^ Got it?

Not really...
Actually, in my poem, there's a hint, that Kay Yasha should update on Christmas season, in the context.
T'is the season to be jolly
Tra-lalalala-lala-lala! :D
...
Hey look! It's snowing! Nah, that's my furfur :D
Okay, gotta calm down, it's not Christmas.