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Post by Bluesman on Feb 15, 2005 1:18:12 GMT -5
She said, “Wow, Buffy is good!” I laughed, hard as I could She said its like literature, Her brain had gone miniature! But I popped in a disc with a sneer, And I gave that small blonde a good leer, The rest of the story you know, For Whedon, his words sparkle and glow.
To my wife, I said sorry with dishes, Both rare and somewhat delicious. And we shared Joss with delight, Until dimwitted boobs tossed him to the night
Leaving a world a bit dark, And TV less of a lark, Till we stumbled on Veronica, Who doesn’t even play harmonica
And now I am here, Without even a sneer, To share in the news, As Sue and Spring give their views.
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Post by S'ewing S'cubie on Feb 15, 2005 7:33:48 GMT -5
Hello, Bluesman, welcome, my dear! Make your visit with us full of cheer Makes me proud that you chose Poetry, not prose Announce to all that you're here!
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Post by Bluesman on Feb 17, 2005 0:29:24 GMT -5
Hello, Bluesman, welcome, my dear! Make your visit with us full of cheer Makes me proud that you chose Poetry, not prose Announce to all that you're here! Thank you! ********** Okay, I had a wretched day, I watched a man’s life work die. I had no clue on what to say, He held out his hands, but I couldn’t lie Twenty plus years of crafting wood, Men in grey and blue, took his keys Calloused fingers, chipped nails, all no good This man from China dropped to his knees, I worked the 101 to home, I passed the billboard, Buy T3, There he is again, my cell phone, I’m not chosen, I want to flee I marvel at their dialogue one day, Characterization gets me another time, But today I honestly have to say, And I can’t say it in rhyme, Some days, you just want a hero. So here’s to Joss Whedon, So here’s to Rob Thomas Two who give a little relief. So I can deal with the grief.
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Post by Bluesman on Mar 13, 2005 15:25:30 GMT -5
*laughs*
My aversion to seeing this thread drop to the next page. Cleaning out my files, I ran across this poem. I wrote it for some play by mail game to amuse some friends back when I indulged in such past times. In deleting it, I share it with you. Watch the pretty sparkles as it flies in a cloud of dust up into the air.
As I recall, I wrote it for some in-game scandal sheet with the aim of stirring gossip, rumor, and disention. But on re-reading it, I rest assured you now understand my feeling of kinship with William the Bloody, now known as Spike.
Ballad of Two Phillipes Two Philippes, side by side, each with the same desire, To win fair Victoire, for she sets them both on fire, A noble youth has head immersed in subtle dreams, The other, known killer, familiar with a saber’s gleams.
So Victoire ensnares fair Philippe with hair of gold, This noble lad is drawn to décolletage bold. Yet wicked truth, yon rival lurks, expression smug, Black Philippe from shadow slides bearing queenly thugs.
Halcyon salon disrupts as harsh words are wrought, Our inamorata’s heart races, for death is sought. Watch older coolly goad youth till challenge gushes, So neatly, he sidesteps pistols, the news, it rushes.
Now Victoire watches as they drag her youth away, On beauty’s shoal he foundered, his hair will not go gray, A common tale I know, we take luminous maid, And hot-blood rivals, the story demands crossed blade.
But is it true? Do suspicious tongues have it right? Will queen’s thugs ensure fair one endures sleepless night, So dark Philippe can safely steal our hero’s breath? Must sensuous innuendo lead to dawn death?
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Post by Onjel on Jun 2, 2005 15:38:31 GMT -5
Ok, Lyrics by Anne~ S'mitey S'nark Mum and Onjel Title by Sharky
Gropabanana
Here is the song a work in progress as it were:
Hope you don't mind, Anne!
Her name was Buffy, she was the Slayer, With a group of S'coobie friends, and a job that never ends She staked the vampires, and slew the demons, She fell for Angel brooding there, and she even loved his hair She was the Chosen One, her life was just no fun
At the Gropa, Gropabanana, biting and passion are always in fashion, at the Gropa! Come drink the One.
His name was Angel, he had a heavy soul But his hair stuck up to there and his heart was just no fair He loved his Buffy, in all her glory, But her loving turned him in, made him fall back into sin She was the Chosen One, her life was no fun
At the Gropa, Gropabanana, biting and passion are always in fashion, at the Gropa! Come drink the One.
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Post by Sharky on Jun 2, 2005 16:09:43 GMT -5
Ok, Lyrics by Anne~ S'mitey S'nark Mum and Onjel Title by Sharky Gropabanana Here is the song a work in progress as it were: Hope you don't mind, Anne! Her name was Buffy, she was the Slayer, With a group of S'coobie friends, and a job that never ends She staked the vampires, and slew the demons, She fell for Angel brooding there, and she even loved his hair She was the Chosen One, her life was just no fun At the Gropa, Gropabanana, biting and passion are always in fashion, at the Gropa! Come drink the One. His name was Angel, he had a heavy soul But his hair stuck up to there and his heart was just no fair He loved his Buffy, in all her glory, But her loving turned him in, made him fall back into sin She was the Chosen One, her life was no fun At the Gropa, Gropabanana, biting and passion are always in fashion, at the Gropa! Come drink the One. #rofl1# Excellent! Glad I could serve to inspire you in a small way.
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Post by Onjel on Jun 2, 2005 19:40:27 GMT -5
Ok, Lyrics by Anne~ S'mitey S'nark Mum and Onjel Title by Sharky Gropabanana Here is the song a work in progress as it were: Hope you don't mind, Anne! Her name was Buffy, she was the Slayer, With a group of S'coobie friends, and a job that never ends She staked the vampires, and slew the demons, She fell for Angel brooding there, and she even loved his hair She was the Chosen One, her life was just no fun At the Gropa, Gropabanana, biting and passion are always in fashion, at the Gropa! Come drink the One. His name was Angel, he had a heavy soul But his hair stuck up to there and his heart was just no fair He loved his Buffy, in all her glory, But her loving turned him in, made him fall back into sin She was the Chosen One, her life was no fun At the Gropa, Gropabanana, biting and passion are always in fashion, at the Gropa! Come drink the One. Excellent! Glad I could serve to inspire you in a small way. Anne started it. ;D
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Post by Sharky on Jun 16, 2005 13:54:46 GMT -5
To use this thread to save my songs, It seems so right, and yet so wrong. Much better rhymes than mine are lost. Written, crumpled, wasted, tossed. But some have asked me to preserve, I'll break my pattern of reserve Starting with this little ditty. Hope you find it mildly witty. You're welcome. That sounded like a song request to me and, though the work demons are nipping at my nummy treats, I'll at least post one that I did a bit back. Path to Redemption Apologies to Messrs. Page & Plant for ripping off "Stairway to Heaven"
There's a vampire we know who's been cursed with a soul And he's climbing the path to redemption. Will he Shanshu or no, will he ever grow old? Or is he just a pawn of the Powers?
Woe oh oh oh oh oh And he's climbing the path to redemption.
There's a sign on the wall that says Wolfram and Hart And it makes others question his leanings. Is he good? Is he bad? Has he somehow been had? Making deals so that Connor could prosper.
Woe oh oh oh oh oh And he's climbing a path to redemption.
He's still plagued by the past, Spike has joined him at last. And his purpose he questions most days now. Is he puppet or man? Will he ever get tan? He lost Cordy then Fred from the gang. How?
Woe oh oh oh oh oh And he's climbing a path to redemption.
And it's whispered that soon, unless granted a boon That his story will come to its ending. Will Illyria be Fred? Will they all end up dead? Senior Partners his flesh may be rending.
And it makes him wonder
Yes there're two vampires with a soul, wow Don't be alarmed now It's just a sign things are changing.
Yes there are two vamps who may Shanshu but never mind who, The prize they're chasing may be false, too.
Wesley's turned violent and he won't change, and it's not strange. He's turned on Gunn and who knows who's next. His lady sadly in his arms died, and though he's cried His own path may not lie in ancient text.
And as they wind on down the road Our heroes fighting for their souls There walks a vampire we all know A true dark knight that wants to show How he's made peace with his own soul. And if he fights until the last The Shanshu just might come to pass. Still he or Spike may take the dare To stay a vamp and fight for e'er.
Woe oh oh oh oh oh And he's climbing a path to redemption.
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Post by Sharky on Jun 21, 2005 8:17:40 GMT -5
Rob prompted me to write this song. Onjel said it would be wrong Not to add it to this thread. So here it is, from off my head. Sunnydale Rock Apologies to Sir Elton John for appropriating "Crocodile Rock" I remember when Buff was young And the Scoobies had so much fun Stakin' vamps when it was new Had a place in the library for research too.
But the biggest kick I ever got Was doing the thing called the Sunnydale rock While the other kids thought Buffy was a crock We were hopping and bopping to the Sunnydale rock
Sunnydale Rocking is something shocking When your feet just can`t keep still I never knew me a better time and I guess I never will Oh Lawdy mama those Tuesday nights When Buffy wore her dresses tight And the Sunnydale Rocking was out of the sight (lalalalalalalala...)
But the years went by and Buffy died twice Oz ran out on Willow for some foreign advice Long nights crying at the Espresso Pump Wishin' Spike would find his rocks and not be a chump. But they`ll never kill the thrill we´ve got Burning out to the Sunnydale Rock Learning fast as the years went past We really thought the Sunnydale Rock would last
Sunnydale Rocking is something shocking When your feet just can`t keep still I never knew me a better time and I guess I never will Oh I remember those Tuesday nights When Buffy wore her dresses tight And the Sunnydale Rocking was out of the sight (lalalalalalalala...)
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Post by Sharky on Jun 21, 2005 10:55:41 GMT -5
Well, Jan had a new avatar, a Zoe armed for bear. So I then wrote this bit of filk, if any of you care. Girls with Big Guns Apologies to Ms. Judd for ripping off Girls with Guitars She turned fifteen with great expectations Her family should have known something was up When she started looking through the blaster e-zines Lookin’ at shotguns like a love sick pup. She begged and she pleaded and at last enlisted. Soon became a browncoat with a browncoat’s luck Served with Sergeant Reynold’s in Serenity Valley. Now she’s caught a ride on Reynold’s flying salvage truck.
Girls with big guns Ain’t nobody’s angel. Girls with big guns Blowing things up. Girls with big guns Bad ‘uns need to worry about Girls with big guns
Well she’s got her husband Wash flyin’ the ship And he knows his way around her curves quite well. They live job to job followin’ Mal Reynolds. They would folow him into the pits of hell. She’s the baddest soldier on the Serenity. Jayne may outweigh her but she’d sure take him down. If she chose to join the oldest profession She’d have tons of clients in each frontier town.
Girls with big guns Ain’t nobody’s angel. Girls with big guns Blowing things up. Girls with big guns Bad ‘uns need to worry about Girls with big guns.
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Post by Sharky on Jul 27, 2005 10:16:09 GMT -5
It's me again, 'cause Onjel said To save this song or I'd be dead. Had to get this one out of my head. I'm not really satisfied with it, but here it is, nonetheless. Take one obscure Blondie song (Rapture), mix in a helping of Whedon, and here's what I came up with. Restless Apologies to Mr. Whedon and to Deborah Harry and pals for messin' up their respective works.
Scoobie fun, watching videos Suddenly, they're all comatose. Willow's first, painting Tara's back Here comes Kitty pounding Shakes the ground, in Restless. In Restless.
Now it seems, Willy Loman's dead. But the script tonight's straight from Willow's head. Now she's back, but in high school clothes Then the shadow takes her, Black nails rake her, in Restless.
(Rap section) Xand's up next and he's got to go Lusty Joyce has him thinkin' "Whoa!" Move along, like a shark Spike is swingin' and it's not dark. In the truck now, oh wow, Go back to the back for now And he looks for girls but the dream it hurls Him to Vietnam and a Snyder scam. But Xand's glad to say snake ate him that day. And straight through the sets he runs Till we hit the part where it takes his heart. And then Giles' turn to take a dream. His expo song is such a scream. He should have known, should have said, Watcher-less she, she scalps his head.
And now Buff's up. The plan's toasters that think. She opens her bag now and finds the gray clay She smears it, wow, all over her face. Desert now. The Primal's place. Tara's there To tell the tale. The Slayers roll down through the sand and Buff awakes Seemingly, tells Spooky "You're not the source of me". [End rap]
Restless. All awake, cocoa time is here. Let the Scoobs forget, that their death was near. Though the Slayer thinks she knows what's to come. She has just begun in Restless. In Restless. In Restless.
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Post by Onjel on Aug 16, 2005 20:33:09 GMT -5
I have taken the liberty of posting this song, written by Pixi for Sharky's birthday, so it does not get lost to posterity.
#claps# for Pixi!
To the tune of Dentist from Little Shop of Horrors:
(with accompaniment by Anna, Onjel and Monnie all dressed in blue bustiers and black leather pants)
When I was younger, just a bad little shark Pixi noticed all the funny things I did Like witty song parodies and funny quips I'd drool at Willow and when I was done I'd find my Angie have have some fun That's when Pixi said
[Monnie, Onjel and Annie] What did she say?
She said, "Hey Sharky, I think someday You should sashay, to the S'cubies and stay and play all day
Cause today is your birthday You have a talent for making us laugh Today is your birthday And we all adore you in so many ways You real life may be full of drilling, with barely a bot to be had But here at the S'cubies Willow's never fully clad!
[Onjel, Monnie and Anna] Here he is, folks the leader of the sharks! Watch him quip with Matthew and Vlad! Oh, my god! He's a S'cubie and he'll always, always be a Joss fan Who wants their televison all to be reality TV? Oh that stinks! I can't watch!
Don't worry ladies I have Willow in leather!!!! Cause today is my birthday and I want the best!
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Post by Posting for Pixi on Aug 23, 2005 8:42:28 GMT -5
Monnie - a belated congratulations on the 2000th posting.
To the tune of Honey Bun from South Pacific:
2000 postings of frivilous fun That's our little S'cubie Monnie Get a load of Monnie's numbers now.
I'm speaking of my minion, why? She kissed Spike and Spring just died Cause that liplock was packed with dynamite
Her posts are fun and frothy At times I get all bossy And say that Logan is mine - cause he's so fine But she just smiles all saucy.
She's the best, really tops Loved by the S'cubies lots and lots Keep on posting Monnie dear Cause you're one of the best things that the S'cubies have right here
She's sweet and saucy And now you've posted over 2000 posts
Just keep them coming!
Monnie, super S'cubie and the world's best Minion!!!!!
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Post by Wendy on Aug 23, 2005 9:16:01 GMT -5
I hope that Dev doesn't mind, I hope that this is okay, I am posting his poem in this wonderful thread So his words won't soon go away.
(Forgive my lame attempt at poetry)
Posted by Dev on 8/22/05
S'Cubies - each and everyone one of you!
Even though you are so very far away, You somehow seem nearer to me every day. You are the life of my soul, Making me feel whole. You are the forever flaming fire, Everything I could ever desire. You are the spark of my dreams, All the ambition in my schemes. You are my true best friend, Someone on whom I can always depend. You are my guide, Helping me to decide. You are as close to me as can be, Because you are a part of me.
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Post by Dev(Rob) on Aug 23, 2005 17:46:17 GMT -5
Thanks Wendy. Glad it touched a few of you. It's a poem my mum once said to me a long time ago about friendship. I made her write it me down. Don't know if she got it from a book or something but I thought it fitting !
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