By Luke F.

Twas the night before Rizzmas, 

And all through the rentals, 

The Brainrot kids were sleeping, 

And they all slept gentle. 

Tung Tung Tung Sahur,

Under the Rizzmas tree, 

Little did he know,

There would be no glee. 

Tralalero Tralala,

The shark with blue shoes, 

Setting up the presents,

He was going to lose. 

There was a non-BrainRot kid too,

The Grinch of the story,

He was just here,

To steal all the glory. 

The non-BrainRot kid, 

Stole presents from the Brainrot house,

No one saw him,

Not even a mouse. 

Strawberry Elephants, Job Job Job Sahurs,

BrainRots galore!

Even the cheap ones,

That they had at the store (like Noobini Pizzanini).

On Rizzmas morning,

All these BrainRot kids woke up,

They were stunned,

And definitely out of luck.

All of their presents were taken and taken, 

Even Little Timmy’s fresh slice of bacon,

“This was a bad Rizzmas,” the BrainRot kids spoke,

It really was, and truly no joke.