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donutsweeper) wrote2008-08-27 04:13 pm
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Rhythm and Blues
Title: Rhythm and Blues
Pairing/Warning/Rating: none, rated G
Beta:
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Word Count: 158
Summary: Owen, Tosh and Gwen are less then thrilled with the result of a recent attack.
Author's Note: Written for
fajrdrako's request for a Torchwood limerick. I threw in a quatrain and a haiku just to make things that much sillier.
Pairing/Warning/Rating: none, rated G
Beta:
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Word Count: 158
Summary: Owen, Tosh and Gwen are less then thrilled with the result of a recent attack.
Author's Note: Written for
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“There once was a leader named Jack,
Who said ‘You know I got your back.’
But he wasn’t in time,
And now we all rhyme,
Cos he’s a bloody stupid hack.”
“Hey! Owen, that’s a bit harsh. I warned you about what would happen if it sprayed you. And I got the one I was chasing. I’ve already apologized for missing the second one..”
“O Jack, thou art our fearless leader,
A man so brave and clever.
Now since I shan’t but speak in meter,
Forgiveness will come never.”
“Tosh, I told you, it’s temporary. Two, three hours tops. Gwen, help me out here...”
“I said I was sorry! Look, how about I go and get you all some coffee? And donuts? I’ll get donuts too. How about that? And chocolate. I could also pick up some chocolate. That make you happy? I’ll just... I’m going now....”
Who said ‘You know I got your back.’
But he wasn’t in time,
And now we all rhyme,
Cos he’s a bloody stupid hack.”
“Hey! Owen, that’s a bit harsh. I warned you about what would happen if it sprayed you. And I got the one I was chasing. I’ve already apologized for missing the second one..”
“O Jack, thou art our fearless leader,
A man so brave and clever.
Now since I shan’t but speak in meter,
Forgiveness will come never.”
“Tosh, I told you, it’s temporary. Two, three hours tops. Gwen, help me out here...”
“Time passes slowly
As tongues duel forming poems
And frustrations rise.”
As tongues duel forming poems
And frustrations rise.”
“I said I was sorry! Look, how about I go and get you all some coffee? And donuts? I’ll get donuts too. How about that? And chocolate. I could also pick up some chocolate. That make you happy? I’ll just... I’m going now....”
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Who was made entirely of win.
No prompt was too strange
For this writer's range
She conquered them all with her pen.
(Well, keyboard. But it didn't rhyme. *g*)
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(Or, he's stuck with iambic pentameters and his poems run along the likes of "our love was always meant to be; I love you more than BBC; let's go and run along the beach; and you can be my little peach" ao he's hidden himself in the archives and won't come out until he can talk normally again)
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Thus proving he's got more sense than the rest of them. Now please excuse me while I clean my keyboard.
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*snickers* what a terrible poem
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Sorry. Coherence later. Falling off chair laughing now...
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It looks like your creative juices are really flowing. :)
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There's a bit of a eta to the story in a comment to
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That's part of what makes fandom the Best Place in the World. *g* And probably why there's sock fic and cookie fic (so I'm told) and epic verse parodies and anything imaginable!
Heeee, oh Ianto. (I was so amused by his awful poetry that I just realized I let my cat lick all the spaghetti sauce out of the bottom of my bowl. Whoops.)
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