Christmas, dear fellow
By Tex Murphy
Disclaimer: I don't own the Teen Titans, and I may make up some words.
Yes, I have rewritten this. This is the latest version as of 2130GMT on the 20th December 2007.
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"'Tis Christmas," she said, short a hood on her head, with a fine book she read, watching him from beside.
"You're cheery," he said, as to his face fed, future thoughts to his bed as he relished his meal. A platter, with batter, his health did not matter, though weight may not flatter, it worried him not.
"Not quite," said she slight with an eye filled with blight, her knuckles now white as she gripped firm her prize. It was gaudy and weak, whilst not shying or meek; it stood forth quite sleek or so thought the young boy.
She held it there seeking, not weeping, a tone high critiquing the quite blatant show of the females for peeking.
"Hey wait, that was,"
"What?"
"It's because,"
"I care not."
"But you see,"
"You're a clot."
"Now hold there, do be fair,"
"Not a prayer," did she share, with dark eye of thunder t'ward the boy quite aware.
"T'was Christmas, dear Raven," he said with a grin, feeling fears climbing in to his guilt now so open the whole world could see. "It was goodness I meant; I saved pennies since Lent, and charged Silkie the rent for that fine gift of heart."
"Words trouble me not," which she said not a lot, casting daggers like shots to the Beast Boy, the clot.
"'Tis to help with the time," said he there short of rhyme, waving arms in a mime, as he argued his line.
"'Tis a lady," she said, "and a maidy, quite shady,"
"Oh crap," his brain snapped as realised it that, while with Robin did he chat, switched his gifts did that rat, "t'was Cyborg!" he spat.
"Many things is that man, but he does what he can, lending doubt to your plan which you claim yearly span."
"But he switched, 'twas no glitch, for it was for his itch, lacking dates that weren't mates, always bed before eight, with too much on his plate."
"But a hole in your plan,"
"It's true; prove it I can,"
She looked in disgust. "Give this you must, to dear Cyborg I trust. He should temper his lust and spend time being just lest he violently thrust…"
"Now fear not dear fellow," he said, feeling now mellow, his voice, like a cello, since did she scarce bellow and troubled him not.
"Naked ladies, I say," cast she eyes with dismay as now he did play with her thoughts now astray.
"Why, thought you he gay?"
"No, such thoughts do not pay."
"It's fine, oh Miss Rae, if so thought you that way. If he did so convey, lord now what would I say?"
"Just put in a cork and cease all this talk of your friend,"
"Who might bend,"
"… and your pain now impends."
"No wait," did he state with mind to sedate the woman irate lest it be-come too late. "A new gift I'll buy," and he knew could supply for she need not imply that he would meet his end.
"A few things I need," said she taking his lead, feeling some hint of greed, liking how he did plead. "But one thing I wonder, amidst your great blunder, what in the world had you destined for me?"
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"'Twas not fair, I declare, for girls shy long hair and their skin free to bare were with me fit to share. But this year I dare to get back with a scare my short friend unaware of my great plan so bold. In poses they stare, manly looks with a glare showing all their share, finding nothing to wear."