Own them I do not, hey it's just a thought.
Chapter One
"Do you want green eggs and ham?"
"What Sam? I am
Already so busy.
As you can see."
"Oh Dean, would you
Could you stop
And try it while
It's still hot?"
"Go away Sam!
I am trying to
understand the
Case- not ham!"
"It could be
A wendigo in a box!
Or a black dog
With red socks!
We can give them
Green eggs and ham!
Is this not a
Brilliant plan?"
"Sam…wait…why
Are we talking this way?"
"Or it could be a
Ghost's bad day…"
"Sam! Pay attention!
This is not fun!"
"It isn't? But I am
Not done…
Dean this is cool!
It could be a-
Boogie monster on a train!!"
"Do not make me a fool.
My ears are in pain."
"I'm just saying
It could be witch…
Trying to scratch
An evil itch!"
"And just when I thought
It could not get worse…
Can we please stop verse?"
"Dean would you,
Could you relax?
We can end this
Whatever's attack.
But let us first feast
On green eggs and ham!
And then you can
Continue your rant!"
"Sam! What an idea!"
"Yesssss….trying to eat here."
"No wait! This tom foolery must cease!
At least until the case is complete!
You may be right! I could be wrong-"
"Ain't that the truth!"
"Just follow along! What if
A witch's curse
Trapped us in verse?"
"That would explain the lady
I saw yelling merely yesterday
BOOGA BOOGA BOO
And pointing my way…"
"I say! Why did you not
Tell me of this!"
"Because you'd be
Really pissed…"
"Sam! We are hexed!
I am perplexed!"
"Nothing new there…
Don't I have great hair?"
"C'mon, we better call
Bobby at the junk yard.
Surely fixing this
Won't be so hard."
"Well at least
We are not ducks."
"Whatever Sam.
Poetry still sucks.
…Damn!"
"What now?"
"Poems are weird
And the only that
Rhymes here is beard."
To be continued
The rhyme carries on.
Soon things will go
Terribly wrong.