AN: Okay, this is for all my buddies at 'The Writers' Lounge: TDI Edition'. Especially TheUnknownArtist, for making Poetic Nothingness, Quartzy and Sue, as well as myself all Mod. You rock Unknown!
Disclaimer: Okay, if I said I owned it, in the words of Chris 'That's gonna provoke some angry emails, bra.'
'Twas the Night of TDI
Albert Einstein's Fangirl
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'Twas a night of TDI,
And the campers would say,
The Chef's food was particularly,
Gross on that day.
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The campers were seated,
'Round the fire with care,
When dear old Chris,
Flipped his wind blow hair.
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In his hands he held,
A tray full of fame,
One for each of those,
That shan't walk the shame.
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When all of a sudden,
Izzy arrived,
And Eva as well,
With revenge in her eyes.
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Poor Bridgette was cowering,
Her prospects quite bad,
Eva was scary,
Even when she wasn't mad.
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Chris was confused,
Didn't he say never,
Not to mention all campers,
Should be in this letter.
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Of course it is known,
That the author is insane,
No one knows what,
Goes on in her brain.
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But this filler paragraph,
Is my favorite part,
Because there is more writing,
Then there was in the start.
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And guess what that means,
It looks like I did,
More than for real,
And now I say Sid!
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But back to our poem,
Where were we again,
I believe we were on,
Prose number ten.
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All the old campers,
Were quite elated,
The word on the street,
Saving is dated.
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So Owen would waste,
His cash on the party,
Except not because,
There are few rhymes for party.
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Chris offered dear Owen,
A whole lot a moolah,
To this Owen whooped,
And said many booyahs.
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The old campers glared,
At Chris and he shuddered,
He dearly hopped they,
Didn't have older brothers.
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Though we know that Noah,
Has nine older siblings,
Chris didn't know so,
And he is still living.
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Hey, did I tell you,
I like Noah-it-all,
(I stole that from Youtube,
Could you tell that at all?)
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Now I think I'll end,
This ramble-wrote poem,
Up onto fanfiction,
It is a goin'.
AN: That was special. Review!