STUFF: Oh, I don't feel like sticking disclaimers and stuff all over this. Just read the poem.

That Stupid Bee

That stupid bee, that stupid bee,
Oh, how I hate that stupid bee.
They would have really kissed you see,
If not for that stupid bee!

That stupid bee, that stupid bee,
He was willing, so was she,
Coming closer, longingly . . .
And then there was that stupid bee.

That stupid bee, that stupid bee,
it just had to sting Scully,
Engineered genetically,
Antarctica! you stupid bee.

That stupid bee, that stupid bee
ruined most of the movie
Thank God, 6th season, number three
Nazis, but no stupid bee.

(Response by Chris Carter)
Oh, what a bee, oh, what a bee!
Oh how I like genetic bees!
And sixth season, number three,
Nazis and the wrong Scully!

Can you tell I wrote this (except for that last verse) at one in the morning the night before?


Bonus bee poem! (Don't you just wish I'd run out of awful bee poems?) It helps if you force the meter on this into some semblance of a limerick . . .

The aliens' genetic bee
Insisted on stinging Scully
While she was in the hall --
The worst timing of all --
And Chris Carter now laughs evilly.