CG: Here Ye, Here Ye, all ye fans, and flamers!

BeeBop: Oh Lord. What has she done now?

Sony: Beats me!

CG: I'm writing a poem fic which you are currently reading.

Sony: OK, so what's it about.

CG: Sony, and BeeBop snuck into Weevil's room, to look for something to embarrass him with, and they found this! (holds up a book) Sony: NO! Not that!

CG: YES! Weevil's Book Of Poetry! Enjoy!

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Weevil's Book of Poetry

Poem 1: It

It sleeps under my bed.

It says strange things.

Like Tea is ggggggaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyy!

Or

Don't let the terds bite!

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The things I have done to be rid of it…

These I cannot count.

I have done so many things,

But It still lives!

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I have called the Rooto Rooter Man,

An exorcist,

A Pesticide man,

And Arnold Swarziniger.

They have all failed!

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I have cried,

And begged!

I have cussed,

And cursed!

I have wooed,

And praised.

But still, it stays.

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Once I thought I was rid of it.

It was for three whole days,

Not a word was spoken,

But then I hear

WWWWHHHHHHAAAASSSSSSUUUUUPPPPPP?

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If you are reading this,

And have a heart for a nerd,

Then save me for God's sake!

I need some help!

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Sony: 2 guesses who that was under his bed!

CG: Good idea! If anyone can guess who's under Weevil's bed, then I'll put you in a poem, and let you pick what one of the poems will be about!

BeeBop: Not a bad idea! For a freak!