Disclaimer: I do not own The Mighty Ducks, I do not own Victory thur Tears and Stepherz (the hockey sticks
If I insulted them by doing that I'm sorry, I own the poem I paradoyed this one off of and I own Charlies obbsession
with hair...
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Orion! Orion!
I'm sorry I'm late,
Excuses, excuses I know you just hate.
But wait till you here what happened too me!
I got here on time early you see,
Classes were done, over for the day,
And I couldn't wait for practice, so I ran all the way!
But when I kgont here, I was in dismay,
My gear wasn't here, I washed it yesterday!
I ran back to my dorm,
As fast as a storm,
I must have gotten there in five minutes flat!
But while there I couldn't find my gear, I looked under the mat,
And in the closet, under the desk,
Even under the bed, my room was a mess.
I finally found it on the chair.
I ran back to practice to time too spare,
But half way there I reilized I grabed the wrong stick,
I haden't noticed since I left so quick.
I had grabed Viccy instead to Mary Sue,
But when I got there I couldn't find here I didn't know what to do!
So I put down Viccy and grabed Stephy Lou,
Even though I was still crying about Mary Sue.
I took the rest of my gear and left in a haste
For time I did not have to waste.
But on the way there I had quite a scare,
I ran into cheerleaders all with long blond hair!
They looked at me and didn't care,
Then one of them said "Hey you get over here!"
"I can't" I say, "I'm late!"
They replied, "No! No! It can't wait!"
So I went over there
And they pulled three strands of my curly brown hair!
They ran away shreaking,
"Oh what a weakling"
But I didn't care,
I ran back to by dorm crying over my beautiful curly brown hair.
After awhile I dried my tears and grabed my stuff,
I would have my revenge soon enough.
I flounced into practice, right through that door,
I was once crying, but not any more!
So coach it is you see,
That it's the cheerleaders to blame, oh no not me!
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Sorry for all the spelling mistakes, I'm in a internet cafe
If I insulted them by doing that I'm sorry, I own the poem I paradoyed this one off of and I own Charlies obbsession
with hair...
~~~~~~~~
Orion! Orion!
I'm sorry I'm late,
Excuses, excuses I know you just hate.
But wait till you here what happened too me!
I got here on time early you see,
Classes were done, over for the day,
And I couldn't wait for practice, so I ran all the way!
But when I kgont here, I was in dismay,
My gear wasn't here, I washed it yesterday!
I ran back to my dorm,
As fast as a storm,
I must have gotten there in five minutes flat!
But while there I couldn't find my gear, I looked under the mat,
And in the closet, under the desk,
Even under the bed, my room was a mess.
I finally found it on the chair.
I ran back to practice to time too spare,
But half way there I reilized I grabed the wrong stick,
I haden't noticed since I left so quick.
I had grabed Viccy instead to Mary Sue,
But when I got there I couldn't find here I didn't know what to do!
So I put down Viccy and grabed Stephy Lou,
Even though I was still crying about Mary Sue.
I took the rest of my gear and left in a haste
For time I did not have to waste.
But on the way there I had quite a scare,
I ran into cheerleaders all with long blond hair!
They looked at me and didn't care,
Then one of them said "Hey you get over here!"
"I can't" I say, "I'm late!"
They replied, "No! No! It can't wait!"
So I went over there
And they pulled three strands of my curly brown hair!
They ran away shreaking,
"Oh what a weakling"
But I didn't care,
I ran back to by dorm crying over my beautiful curly brown hair.
After awhile I dried my tears and grabed my stuff,
I would have my revenge soon enough.
I flounced into practice, right through that door,
I was once crying, but not any more!
So coach it is you see,
That it's the cheerleaders to blame, oh no not me!
~~~~~~~~~~~~
Sorry for all the spelling mistakes, I'm in a internet cafe