Many of our Facebook Fan iScrappers were really getting in the mood this holiday season with their scrapping poems. So we decided it was only fair to share them with the rest of the world. Like On Facebook
“T’was the night before Christmas and all though the facility,
Not a creature was stirring not even the man with the badge marked “Security”.
The shred feed was stacked by the in-feed with care,
And a cold wind was whipping through the air.
I cursed as I realized once again, just like last year,
Again I’m the last one that’s leaving here.
As the wind suddenly blew harder and harder
Into the yard came a four hundred yarder!
It sputtered and shook as it stopped with a clunk.
I wondered what was inside, probably just full of old junk.
Out came the driver, a jolly old fellow,
All dressed in red, his manner was anything but mellow.
He nudged me on the shoulder and said as if in jest.
“Son, don’t you worry my load is this year’s best!”
And sure enough as he opened the door,
My jaw, it nearly hit the floor.
Amongst the Light Iron and cars and more,
Came out prime grades of ferrous and non-ferrous galore.
There were electric motors without capacitors, ballasts or units that were sealed
There was busheling, stainless bales, enough copper Brass and comp to fill up the field.
All gaylords and bundles were packed so orderly and tight I asked, “Did you do this yourself”?
He laughed and said “Why no, I use the services of an elf.”
When we finished unloading I locked up the gate,
I didn’t even think to check if his pricing was with or without freight.
Who was the buyer of this jolly supplier, I thought
I couldn’t believe all of this stuff we just bought.
I laughed to myself as I locked up the gate nice and tight.
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!” ~Liam M.
“Scrapping day is coming !! It was the night before the biggest holiday of the year for scrappers .. Kevin, William and the folks at iScrap App . As they slept snuggly in theirs beds dreaming about all the scrap they were going to find on Scrapping Day. William had dreams of Larry the scrapping llama, Kevin snored away thru the night dreaming about all the the tvs he was going to be breaking down, iScrap App sat at their computer typing away the prices of scrap metal for all the scrappers all over the world. As the suns began to rise they all rushed out the door with huge smiles on their faces as they looked down the roads to see all the scrap that Larry the scrapping Llmama had left them all .. Merry Scrapping day to all and all to all a good day scrapping on December 26th!!” ~Stacy M.
Twas the night before Scrapmass, when all through the scrapyard
Not a creature was stirring, not even a moose.
The stockings were hung by the bathroom with care,
In hopes that St Scrapmass soon would be there.
The scrapper were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of bed springs and scrap metal danced in their heads.
And mamma in her tank top and I in my ACDC cap,
Had just settled our buts’s in for a long winter’s nap.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
It’s sounded like some one dumping a load of scrap,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up .
The neighbors were mooning us from there bath room window as the new-fallen snow
It gave the jitters that some objects should not be seen.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature truck , and eight tinny lamas.
With a Redneck driver, so overweight and bald,
I knew in a moment it must be Uncle Ric
More flatulent than a cow with gas, he farted
And he whistled, and shouted, and called us by name!
“Now Vinny! now, Larry! now, Harry and Donnie!
On, Carter! On, Cletus! on, on Donner and bubba!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now scrap away! scrap away! scrap away all!”
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of scraps, and St Ric too.
And then, in a clanking and clucking if metal on the roof
The sawing and cutting of power tools tools .
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St Scrapmass came with a thud
He was dressed gray overalls , from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot,and the remains of a cheese burrito
A bundle of scrap he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler, just just looking for some scrap
His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of lime jelly
He was chubby and plump, and should not be flying to night after leaving the bar last night
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings,with brass scrap and things made of tin then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose!
He sprang to his truck, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
“Happy Scrapmass to all, and to all a good-night!” ~William F.
Scrapping Around The Christmas Tree
Scrap the Christmas Tree
with the iScrap App
Scrap is cluttered around the Christmas tree
At the scrap yard the
The # 1 copper is hung where you can see,
Every couple tries to strip the
Christmas lights,
Let the scrapping spirit ring
Later we’ll have some possum pie
dumpster diving in the dark , there is a possum in there
Deck the halls with boughs of copper wire
Scrapping around the Christmas tree,
Have a happy scrapping lama holiday
Everyone is using the I scrap app
In the new old-fashioned way. ~William F.
