*disclaimer- this poem was based on ''twas the night before christmas', and some parts remain unchanged. dont sue me!*
'Twas the Night of the Dummies

'Twas the night before testing, and throughout the shop
Many creatures were stirring; not one blew their top.

The seatbelts were hung by the doorframe with care,
In hopes that the car-testers soon would be there.

The dummies were nestled in cars, their deathbeds,
While visions of braking cars danced through their heads.

And Mary in her 'kerchief, and Ike in his cap,
Had just settled down for a really short nap.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
Ike sprang from the cot to see what was the matter.

Away to the window Ike quickly beelined,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the blind.

The moon on the dew of the freshly mowed lawn
Was masked by a shadow, like trees at the dawn.

When, what to his wondering eyes should enflower,
But a bright red Ferrari, with 800 horsepower.

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
Ike knew in a moment it must be Sir Nick.

More rapid than eagles and dummies they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name.

"Now, Daniel! Now, David! Now, Alex and Ronald!
On, Carter! On Christian! On, Peter and Donald!

Escape from this horror! Escape by nightfall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash 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 driveway the coursers they flew,
With the car, and the dummies, and Nicholas too.

And then, in a twinkling, Ike heard out the door
The grunting and snorting of dummies like boars.

As Ike drew in his breath, and was turning around,
Through the doorway Sir Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his toe,
And his clothes were all covered with ice and with snow.

He kicked close the door and was turning his back,
Barricaded the door with a heavy iron rack.

His eyes -- how they glinted; his dimples, how"merry"-
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a "cherry".

His sour little mouth did not look like a bow,
And the beard on his chin was not white as the snow.

The stump of a cigar he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke- it encircled Ike's head like a wreath.

He had a thin face and a big ol' potbelly,
That bounced when he ran, like a bowlful of jelly.

He was rotund and fat, a mean horrible old Scrooge,
And Ike laughed when he saw him- 'twas like a deluge.

A squint of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave Ike to know that he had much to dread.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And straightened the dummies, then turned with a jerk.

After moving a finger alongside of a vent,
And giving a nod, to the doorway he went.

He sprang to his coach, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all drove like the down of a thistle

But Ike heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight,
"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a "good" night!

Next morning, Ike wakened to see such a sight-
Dummies above him, and knives glinting with light...

MUAHAHAHAHA!!! I like my ending.
But plz give me suggestions for revision, i desperately need help...
and tell me what you think!