Ridiculous Poetry

I must apologize because I'm sure for some of you... *none* of this will make sense. It just goes to show you how weird I am, because my friends and I found these to be absolutely hilarious... we could not stop laughing. Yes... we do belong in an insane asylum.

On the 4th Sunday of November
but what for my eyes does appear
The most beautiful piece of television
That I've seen in my 17 years.
Suspence, gun play, and true love abound
Their kiss was pure magic
Out of Barb came beaucoup sound
                                         ~Barb

The ship was big
I really hate Tig
The Lady Garland got smashed
While Mulder's head got bashed
Familiar looking Nazis
Whose accents are so sloppy
Miss Scully 1939
Mulder thought she was mighty fine
Thank God she wasn't Elmira Gulch
That name always makes me think mulch
Whap smak BANG!
A fight within the gang!
Scully kissing Skinner
I just threw up my dinner
From his lips came "I love you"
From my eyes came tears multiplied by 2.
                                                 ~Barb

"Triangle" by Sarah

Here's a tip
Mulder's on a ship
He thinks Scully's there
Mulder handles her with care

Spender and Skinner are there
Mulder will kiss Scully if he dares
Scully punches him
The lighting is very dim

Mulder jumps overboard
He drives a Ford
Mulder confesses his love
Scully just gives him a shove

"Blad Blood" by Sarah

Mulder kills a boy
Gillian eats soy
Mulder kicks a trash can
He is such an aggressive man

We hear Scully's side first
Their new A.D. is Kersh
There is a man named Orwell
Scully thinks he's really swell

Mulder thinks the killer is a vampire
His friend's name is Byers
Mulder thinks Scully has goo goo eyes
She doesn't date many guys

Neither of the agents die
They let out a big sigh
When the vampires leave
Lucius' buck teeth are Mulder's pet peeve

Bob needs a little explaination. He is my alter ego... a few years ago I did an impression of the guys on Saturday Night Live who love the Bears... know who I'm talking about? Anyways... my friends loved it and always told me to say stupid things in that voice and well... it took on a life of it's own. So here is a poem by my dear friend, Bob.

"Bob" by Bob

My name is Bob
I'm not part of da mob
But who knows about Vinnie
Lou and Tommy
Alls I know is dat
Dey all like salami
My blushing bride is Babs
To me she always looks Fabs
She's soft-spoken and sincere
I call her my little dear
Every night I drink my brewskis
In da kegeers in da cities
My motto is "Bears rule"
When dey play other teams look like a fool
Heiniken is my life and my name
Love and beers are one in da same
Sarah is my buddy true
Now and forever de Bears will rule

What Mic is Sayin During Independence Day

Holy Crap!
Hi!
I'm a dancer
She's evil
So if I don't talk at all will you start writing lines for the movie
thingamajig
Eww
eeeewwwww!
it's blue?!
AHHH!!!!
I don't want to look
Barb, stop it!!
Baaarb!!
Alive?! There's another adjective
Oh I can't watch...
heeey Brad Pitt
cover my face
What great movies are all about
Oww
Oh noooo!
OH NO Mr. Bill!
No that's not funny Barb
Are you just writing what I say?!
Are you gonna answer me?!