D and the Meatball
(To the tune of "Old Smokey')
Im sorry, i cant be seirious all the time and school starts tomorrow and Im starting high school and imseriously spazzing right nowand and and and...0o" oh,btw,from now on when you see( ) in theA/ns thats Silvaris,okay?
Disclaimer: I love D, but he is not mine. Neither is the meatball. (WTF? where'd that come from!)
On top of spaghetti
All covered with cheese
There sat a poor meatball
Until the Dhampir sneezed
It fell off the table
It rolled cross the floor
They made D pay his bill
As it rolled out the door
It rolled down the valley
Into a vampire's lair
D's poor little meatball
Met an untimely end there
It rolled into a monster
And to the hunter's horror
It ate his poor meatball
Off the vampire's floor
D chopped off its limbs
He lopped off its head
Then D cried for his meatball
Once the beastie was dead
A/n: personally, I blame the combination ofpiano lessons and Pez. You can only play 'On top of old Smokey' so many times before insanity sets in, ne? (you were insane to begin with) and you're not helping!