`Twas the Night Before the Cheese Parade

`Twas the Night Before the Cheese Parade And all through the street
Everyone was dancing
To a Rumba beat
Cheese banners were strung on lampposts with care
In hopes that Ol’ Vegeta-Cheese would soon be there
Vegeta-Cheese you see, is the star of this poem
He’s short and sometimes considered a gnome
He blends in with the crowd until midnight
When he than drops out of sight
Into a back alley he goes
To change silently into cheesy clothes
Than along the streets Vegeta-Cheese does run
Filling all caskets with cheese mixed with rum
He slips in beside people, fills up their pockets
Occasionally giving the gift of a Bop-It
Now how he does do this, you now doubt will ask
Filling every pocket, every cask
The trick is his speed is so quick
No one can see him, it makes some people sick
Like Kakkarot and Buu and Goten
Who get frustrated because they can’t see him
Try as they might, they can’t put up a fight
To take the job of Ol’ Vegeta-Cheese
So listen to my story, friends
This story that apparently seems it won’t end
Be evil and cruel, kill at least two people that night
And Vegeta-Cheese will see that you get extra goodies, ‘cause that’s right
To him anyways, he is a true Saiya-jin
And loves to hear people scre-eam
Dawn will soon come, and Vegeta-Cheese returns
To his Capsule-Corp house to start a fire that burns
Because that’s a tradition you see
To light up a house, instead of a tree
And that’s the story, for everyone hearing
Of Ol’ Vegeta-Cheese and the cheese he passes out, in a manner hardly endearing

By- Super_Saiyajin_Vegeta