Here is some freelance poetry for all of you Invader Zim fans.

Disclaimer: I do not own Invader Zim and everything in it in any shape or form. If I did, The series would end with Gir piloting the voot cruiser and accidentally destroying the massive in the process.

updated: 1-8-09

Sorry for not putting up the disclaimer earlier. I was so excited about writing an Invader Zim fanfic that I didn't even notice it. I guess my passion for Invader Zim is greater than anything I've expressed passion for before.

And by the way, thanks for the reviews!!!

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This is a poem for you, GIR,

So listen to what I have to say

'cause you're the weirdest SIR to ever live

In every single way.

You make me yank my antennaes with you're constant stupidity

And as you run and scream about

You make me bang my head on the wall

And make me scream and shout.

I always see you, on the couch

With that stupid grin of yours

And when I act like such a grouch,

It's because of you, that's for sure.

You keep on watching that Scary Monkey

That Monkey will soon pay,

For even coming into existence,

In every single way.

But what's worse than that stupid monkey

Is the way you go on

And on and on and on about that stupid Monkey

And after that, you destroy my lawn gnomes—AND THE REST OF MY LAWN!!!

You're such a horrible little robot,

And I don't know what to do

Except yell at you and curse

About the commands you never listen to.

But what's worse than all of that, GIR,

Are the plans you've ruined so far

And that last plan you ruined

ENDED WITH ME COVERED IN FEATHERS AND TAR!!!

It's not just that, it's everything you do

That makes me feel sick

And makes me want to jump off the roof

You annoy me more than an earthling tick.

Everything you do just drives me insane.

From jeopardizing our mission;

To not barking like a dog;

And letting pizza guys in;

And eating like a STINKY EARTH HOG!

And when I tell you to stop

You throw a party instead.

That kind of thing makes my squeedily spooch POP,

And – as humans say – IT MAKES ME LOSE MY HEAD!!!

You go on about wanting tacos

And you talk to that infernal stuffed pig,

Acting like it's real

And I don't know what rhymes with pig,

Except fig, but fig is not what I want to say,

And possibly jig too, and rig as well,

And, well, anyway,

This poem is coming to a close, GIR,

And I hope you know how I feel

Because, GIR, you're too much

And, except for real and teal….I DON'T KNOW WHAT RHYMES WITH FEEL!!!

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"Well, GIR, any questions regarding the poem." Said Zim as he finished the poem and started to clean up the after-party mess.

"Just one, my lord." Said red GIR, saluting his master.

"CAN I GO PLAY WITH PIG!!!!!???????" shouted cyan GIR, referring to the Pig that stayed after the party.

"GIR, HAVEN'T YOU HEARD A SINGLE THING…." Zim stopped, as he realized GIR's stupidity and incredibly short attention span.

'Looks like I wrote this poem for nothing.' Thought Zim, sighing.

"Okay, fine. Just don't go anywhere near the lawn this time."

"YAY!!! HERE I COME, PIG."

As for the rest, I'll leave that to your imaginations.

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My first attempt at poetry. Not the best, but I consider it the best thing I've written thus far.

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