Iridescence Poem by Nathaniel Graves

This holiday, filled with joyous wonder,
Brings me to the thought of this serious blunder.
This problem, you may ask?
Well it's simple, while I read you this task:
May you rest upon this day,
Dream of me without disarray.
As for the dream you dream,
Let its warmth break apart this scene.
And let my gracious presence,
Bring glee as you awake to the morning's essence.
This problem, may you still ask?
Well it's simple, I didn't get you that 10k NX cash.

-12/18/09-