When CDCers Get Older

 

 

Disclaimer:  The characters of Methos, Richie Ryan, Connor MacLeod, and Duncan MacLeod belong to DPP. This fan fiction is for entertainment only; there is no profit involved.

When CDCers Get Older

When we get older, will we be here

Many years from now?

If the internet is still around

We will romp at the CDC Compound!!!

Telling our stories, discussing some books

and movies years from now

We'll discuss the weather, we will EEEE together

Many years from now.

They'll be older, too.

Duncan'll be over 44 decades

Connor's about five-twenty-two.

Laughing together, feeling so fine

when the parTay's through

Just because we go to bed at nine

It doesn't mean we didn't have a good time.

As we get older, we will still drool

It won't take a fru

We'll curl our toeses, We'll bump our noses

But that's nothing new!

Every day we'll stop and see what's going on

in the lives of our friends in the CDC.

We will (((hug))) and grin :o)

And when the POD is full,

We will jump right in!

Grab you a floatie or a MacLeod

when the gutters full

Indicate what munchies to send your way

ROG & RYG, "We live to obey!"

Will we still be here, will we still care?

My point of view then I'm done:

"We'll need each other ("I've become my mother!")

There will never be only one!



(and the original for getting the tune right)

When I get older losing my hair,

Many years from now.

Will you still sending me a Valentine

Birthday greetings bottle of wine.

If I'd been out till quarter to three

Would you lock the door,

Will you still need me, will you still feed me,

When I'm sixty-four.

You will be older too,

And if you say the word,

I could stay with you.

I could be handy, mending a fuse

When your lights have gone.

You can knit a sweater by the fireside

Sunday morning go for a ride,

Doing the garden, digging the weeds,

Who could ask for more.

Will you still need me, will you still feed me,

When I'm sixty-four.

Every summer we can rent a cottage,

In the Isle of Wight, if it's not too dear

We shall scrimp and save

Grandchildren on your knee

Vera Chuck & Dave

Send me a postcard, drop me a line,

Stating point of view

Indicate precisely what you mean to say

Yours sincerely, wasting away

Give me your answer, fill in a form

Mine for evermore

Will you still need me, will you still feed me,

When I'm sixty-four.

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lynnannCDC
Nov 8 2002

Editors note: As you can see from the post below, Sharz started the words forming in my head and the above filk is the result. I blamed it on her :o)

SharzCDC
Oct 12 2002

Forgot to add ...I can SO see us still here in our 70s -- well, maybe not HERE exactly--who knows where the internet will have gone by then. But we'll be somewhere, still chatting and telling MacLeod tales and drooling over frus.

Ha! Comforting thought.

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