On one evening, dark and dreary,
the X-Men sat slouching, weak and weary
"What ever shall we do to rid ourselves of boredom, so glum and dulling,"
said Cyclpos, who had been silently mulling . . .
"We could go to town, and pick up chicks,"
said Gambit, who was checking the TV for exciting flicks.
"Ah don't think so, sugah," said Rogue with a scowl,
as she kicked Gambit who then let out a howl.
"Perhaps we should rent a movie," said Jean with contemplation,
and after her words were spoken, she fainted from concentration.
"She should learn not to think so hard," said Logan who was smoking,
while Ororo sat grimacing, coughing and on the smoke choking.
"Why de heck are we doing t'ings in a rhyme?" said Remy in surprise,
who had recovered from Rogue's kick, and was on the floor, about to rise.
His question as rudely ignored, so he shrugged in a gesture of not caring,
and went back to the conversation that his teammates were sharing.
"We could have a toga party," suggested the blue furry ape,
and everyone looked at him, eyes wide and mouths agape.
"That is an excellent idea, mein frund," said Kurt the Priest.
"Yeah!" yelled Logan, "Let's wear sheets and on alcohol feast!"
"I still don' know why we rhyme," said Gambit, who soon was hurt,
as Rogue hit him again. Chuck looked to the others, then to Kurt,
"Get the drinks, and get the sheets, we're having a party," he shouted with glee,
and so they all did with joy, then partied and stayed up well past three.
the X-Men sat slouching, weak and weary
"What ever shall we do to rid ourselves of boredom, so glum and dulling,"
said Cyclpos, who had been silently mulling . . .
"We could go to town, and pick up chicks,"
said Gambit, who was checking the TV for exciting flicks.
"Ah don't think so, sugah," said Rogue with a scowl,
as she kicked Gambit who then let out a howl.
"Perhaps we should rent a movie," said Jean with contemplation,
and after her words were spoken, she fainted from concentration.
"She should learn not to think so hard," said Logan who was smoking,
while Ororo sat grimacing, coughing and on the smoke choking.
"Why de heck are we doing t'ings in a rhyme?" said Remy in surprise,
who had recovered from Rogue's kick, and was on the floor, about to rise.
His question as rudely ignored, so he shrugged in a gesture of not caring,
and went back to the conversation that his teammates were sharing.
"We could have a toga party," suggested the blue furry ape,
and everyone looked at him, eyes wide and mouths agape.
"That is an excellent idea, mein frund," said Kurt the Priest.
"Yeah!" yelled Logan, "Let's wear sheets and on alcohol feast!"
"I still don' know why we rhyme," said Gambit, who soon was hurt,
as Rogue hit him again. Chuck looked to the others, then to Kurt,
"Get the drinks, and get the sheets, we're having a party," he shouted with glee,
and so they all did with joy, then partied and stayed up well past three.