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donutsweeper) wrote2007-11-27 09:48 pm
donutsweeper) wrote2007-11-27 09:48 pm
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How the Donuts saved the Holidays
This poem kind of sprung up in the comments of my latest journal entry. Sections have been written by rustydog, hellenebright, smithy161, k_haldane and travels_in_time. The title is via _medley_. I didn't want it to get lost so here is in all its cracked and donuted glory.
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the Hub,
Not a Weevil was stirring, though the Hand went "Glub glub"...
Their stockings were hung by the cog-door with care
In hopes that The Doctor soon would be there
When down from the lift there came such a clatter
Jack sprang from his hatch to see what was the matter
Away to the water he went at a dash,
Forgetting his jim-jams to give us a flash
A flutter of papers, like new fallen snow
Spread a layer of litter on workstations below
When what to his wondering eyes should come down
But a little blue box, with its lights flashing round
With a mad skinny pilot, so right round the bend
He knew in a flash it was Doc number ten
"Captain Jack!" said the man, "I've just come from London
to tell you, you really should put some more clothes on
cos something's been following me, faster and faster,
I'm starting to think that it could be the Master!"
More rapid than Weevils our Jack did begin
To yell for Ianto to bring some clothes in
Some trousers, with braces, a shirt and a vest
Two socks, his boots, and all of the rest
Ianto was willing, disturbingly so,
To dress up his Captain, and urged them to go
Out into the cold and the dark and the night
To save all of Wales from a Time Lord snowball fight
As he did up his coat, they heard from the Plass
The sinister sound of much breaking glass
When he picked up his gun, and was turning around
Down the lift shaft the Master came with a bound.
"Dear Doctor!" he said "Oh, and teaboy, and freak,
You cannot beat me, for you're all much too weak!
I'm here for a purpose, and one most nefarious,
All your lives are in balance, very precarious!"
His hair it was ginger, his face was a sight
His screwdriver soundless, it worked just by light
He ordered them out of the Hub in a hurry
To the Plass, where the snow was starting to flurry
He formed up two teams, one left and one right,
In order to have all the fun of a fight.
He paired with the Doctor, his friend from way back,
To take on the humans, Ianto and Jack.
They made balls from the snow, as white as old bones,
Though the Master, he cheated, and snuck in some stones.
They threw high! They threw low! They threw curve balls and straight!
Until the humans ran out. And were left to their fate.
The humans were beaten, and stood in defeat,
Until Jack suggested they should all have a treat.
He went into the Hub, and brought out a tray
Piled high with the donuts that ended the fray.
They passed round the treats, and soon they stood still
Gazing dreamily 'round once they'd eaten their fill.
Then the look in their eyes, it gave them away
As they ducked into the Hub, for more private play.
And I heard them exclaim, as they dove out of sight,
"Alien donuts for all, and to all a good night!"
rustydog, hellenebright, smithy161, k_haldane and travels_in_time. The title is via _medley_. I didn't want it to get lost so here is in all its cracked and donuted glory.'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the Hub,
Not a Weevil was stirring, though the Hand went "Glub glub"...
Their stockings were hung by the cog-door with care
In hopes that The Doctor soon would be there
When down from the lift there came such a clatter
Jack sprang from his hatch to see what was the matter
Away to the water he went at a dash,
Forgetting his jim-jams to give us a flash
A flutter of papers, like new fallen snow
Spread a layer of litter on workstations below
When what to his wondering eyes should come down
But a little blue box, with its lights flashing round
With a mad skinny pilot, so right round the bend
He knew in a flash it was Doc number ten
"Captain Jack!" said the man, "I've just come from London
to tell you, you really should put some more clothes on
cos something's been following me, faster and faster,
I'm starting to think that it could be the Master!"
More rapid than Weevils our Jack did begin
To yell for Ianto to bring some clothes in
Some trousers, with braces, a shirt and a vest
Two socks, his boots, and all of the rest
Ianto was willing, disturbingly so,
To dress up his Captain, and urged them to go
Out into the cold and the dark and the night
To save all of Wales from a Time Lord snowball fight
As he did up his coat, they heard from the Plass
The sinister sound of much breaking glass
When he picked up his gun, and was turning around
Down the lift shaft the Master came with a bound.
"Dear Doctor!" he said "Oh, and teaboy, and freak,
You cannot beat me, for you're all much too weak!
I'm here for a purpose, and one most nefarious,
All your lives are in balance, very precarious!"
His hair it was ginger, his face was a sight
His screwdriver soundless, it worked just by light
He ordered them out of the Hub in a hurry
To the Plass, where the snow was starting to flurry
He formed up two teams, one left and one right,
In order to have all the fun of a fight.
He paired with the Doctor, his friend from way back,
To take on the humans, Ianto and Jack.
They made balls from the snow, as white as old bones,
Though the Master, he cheated, and snuck in some stones.
They threw high! They threw low! They threw curve balls and straight!
Until the humans ran out. And were left to their fate.
The humans were beaten, and stood in defeat,
Until Jack suggested they should all have a treat.
He went into the Hub, and brought out a tray
Piled high with the donuts that ended the fray.
They passed round the treats, and soon they stood still
Gazing dreamily 'round once they'd eaten their fill.
Then the look in their eyes, it gave them away
As they ducked into the Hub, for more private play.
And I heard them exclaim, as they dove out of sight,
"Alien donuts for all, and to all a good night!"
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I just have one journal, and sometimes i post to it and sometimes i don't. IT depends. I use filters a lot. Want in on the fanfic one?
wod of warning, it contains slash, odd fandoms, and odder humour. And angst. Lots of angst.
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Odd fandoms - like what pray?
I cannot write angst but sometimes crave it - it depends a lot on my mood...
OTOH Bribes of fanfic are always good so yes please?
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and if you want a nice half flirty Harry/Jack flirting and Harry/SArah Jane kissing (pg 13 for that and violence ) fic that is very angsty......and not yet published....
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Firefly is often good for me, as is Old School Who *G* and Torchwood (obviously)
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I'm good that way.
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I'll heed the headers. Thanks
*toddles off to bed*