donutsweeper | Rhythm and Blues

Title: Rhythm and Blues
Pairing/Warning/Rating: none, rated G
Beta: unfeathered
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.

“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...”

“Time passes slowly
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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This is hilarious but I can't help wondering where Ianto was hiding...

He probably wasn't there so got away with his rhyming abilities intact and realized immediately that out of the line of fire was a good place to be.

(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)

he's hidden himself in the archives and won't come out until he can talk normally again

Thus proving he's got more sense than the rest of them. Now please excuse me while I clean my keyboard.

oops, sorry.

*snickers* what a terrible poem

*DIES* That may well be it.

poor Ianto... stuck with terrible rhyming skills

At least Jack didn't get zapped with limericks. I'd be a little scared of Jack's limericks.

Nantucket would come into play quite a bit most likely

The Jack-muse that I don't have just grinned and said, "Amateurs."

So true, so true... my poetic license should be yanked for even alluding to such a thing

Your poetic license has never had to deal with the 51st century before. I think it can be excused!

Jack would manage to be lyrical and crude all at the same time, wouldn't he?

Yes! Charming and impudent. *nods*

He's have gotten on with Shakespeare so well

*stares* Why has nobody written that?

someone MUST have. Somewhere.

Surely!

if not you know what to ask for in that request meme thing that everyone's doing

Good point! I want more of my flist to do that meme. Although I still have stuff I wanted to do for people's wish lists from last year. *facepalm*

*pfft* just go and do it.

jadesfire2808 and

aeron_lanart and a ton of others have already

I think those two are the only ones so far on mine. I might do it, if I can think of ten things I want.

I'm sure you don't have to do 10. I skimmed around (that's how I found the limerick request) a lot of people asked for less.

I asked for 6, and the 6th was a surprise as I was originally only going to ask for 5; 10 just seemed a bit greedy when I can't promise to do loads of stuff for people although I've promised 2 fics and I'm keeping my fingers crossed that I can actually come up with the goods for both of them.

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*diiiiiiiiies* If the main story hadn't killed me, Ianto's snippet would have finished me off.

Sorry. Coherence later. Falling off chair laughing now...

*picks up* no rolling on the floor now, you'll get your party dress all mucky! :)