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| Angel: This is the section of the site where I get to vent out my creative side and write poetry. Spike: Poetry? Poetry? Oh the sodding nonce wants to make himself look more gay! Angel: I do believe you're the one with pink writing. Spike: It's better than the lilac affair that you're having. Angel: Shut it, bleach head. Spike: Tramp. |
| I used to be the best evil The evilest ever seen But then I was a bit of a dill And ate a gypsy queen You are a queen, you ponce! Shut up Spike. I then went on a guilt trip And reached my lowest low Until I met a pretty blonde dip And she gave me a blow She gave you more than a blow darling I thought I told you to shut up! We ended up in bed together And then I lost my soul She lost her virginity forever And I ended on the dole You're really stretching for rhymes, aren't ya Peaches? Will you just fuck off? I met up with stupid Spike Who I've regretted turning since He thinks himself the biggest dyke I should've turned him to mince Look, pet, can you at least write poetry that makes sense? Do you wanna top tonight, or what? Sorry, love. Then I find that Spikey has Been doing dear old Buffy She blew him everywhere She's turned rather slutty Angel, love, that didn't even rhyme! I'm working on it! And now I help the helpess In L.A. the city of Angels Which rather fits for me you see Because my name is Angel *Clap clap* What a poetic master SPIKE!! I never seem to sleep anymore I'm an insomniac to the core And when I ate my son's blood I went crazy because it was human's even though I've eaten human blood before What? Son? WHAT? Yeah, I screwed Darla while I was sleeping... WHAT? OH GROSS! That's it, no more Spike for you... ever! And now I've lost my dearest childe Willy, yes it's big I think that he really loves me Because he's a smart kid Oh kill me. Someone stake me now! With pleasure! Fuck off nonce, go write some more crappy poetry! |