The Fire
By: Pyro/ St. John Allerdyce
Originally by: Redfox and Megane-chan [Redfox's poem]
Disclaimers: This is a Parody of 'The Tiger' by: William Blake. Obviously our name is not: William Blake. Oh yeah… Megane-chan probably wishes she owned Pyro… or the X-Men… whichever she'd be able to get to first… either way I think that that'll take a while… 5 lifetimes give or take a few seconds…
**
St. John Allerdyce was having problems. No not the type of problem you can solve by adding two with two, this was the type of problem one usually got when one was emotionally unstable or at least when one was trying to express one's self but couldn't or can't do it… without burning the house down.
"So the fire said… The fire said… OH SCREW THIS!" Pyro tore off the piece of paper angrily and, with the help of his lighter, burnt it till it was barely specks of dust on the floor, "I hate this… I hate it, I hate it, I hate it."
"Pardon? Didn't catch that last 'I hate it'." Gambit stepped into the living room shuffling his cards as always.
"Oh shut up." Pyro snapped, "I'm in a bad enough mood without YOU bothering me."
"So… what are you making?" Gambit looked over to the pile of dust, "Besides giving Pietro another reason to scratch."
Contrary to popular belief Mr. Pietro Maximoff isn't all THAT perfect. He and Wanda share a dust mite allergy, one that they both inherited from their father. This is also one of Wanda's excuses to hating her daddy dearest. Have you ever known what it feels like to live in a dirty grimy mental institute with a dust mite allergy? Horrible.
"I'm trying to make something…" Pyro explained, "Something that says… FIRE."
To add more of an impact, Pyro made the fire from his lighter blaze in front of Gambit's face when he said it.
Gambit, unfazed, just continued shuffling his cards, "And you can't make this 'something' why…?"
"Because I'm having a hard time expressing myself."
"Didn't think I'd hear that from you."
Pyro glared at his teammate, "What do you mean by that?"
"What I mean is… When you want to express yourself you usually burn something down…" When he got another glare from his frustrated teammate he sighed and continued, "I'm serious. Magneto yelled at you for 3 straight hours last time."
Pyro thought about it and recalled, 'Last time' was yesterday afternoon. He had started feeling giddy after watching himself in X-Men 2 and decided to break into Magneto's study burning everything inside and within a 2-mile radius of it. Luckily that was in the metal dome at Fiji and nothing short of clothing and Magneto's files got burnt/destroyed.
"Actually… I think that's why I'm doing this…" Pyro thought harder, "Yeah… Magneto told me to express myself in a different way and to show it to him… something that didn't have to do with burning things… well… he said burning things in real life…"
"Well then… I think I can help you there." Gambit said putting his cards away and rubbing his hands together, "Let's do something I do best: Steal. This time it'll be ideas."
Pyro looked dubious, "Whatcha' mean?"
"What I mean is…" Gambit explained taking out a copy of William Blake's poems, "Let's use Mr. Blake's idea's shall we?"
"I've read his poems… They have ABSOLUTELY NOTHING TO DO WITH FIRE."
"I know, I know… but why don't we… tweak it a bit? So… what do ya say? You make a good poem out of this and Magneto'll let ya off the hook… in theory."
Pyro thought about it for a while, "Fine. Let's do it!"
So they wrote…
**
The Fire
By: Pyro/ St. John Allerdyce
Fire! Fire! Burning bright,
In the darkness of the light
What immortal's hand or thought,
Could tame thy angry flames?
In the distance of my wake
No longer calm, all gone awry?
Burnt out flames, by the rain?
What the hand dare seize your flames?
And who's shoulder, and who's art,
Could twist the flames of thy heart?
And when your flame is in my hand,
What dread come? And what dread done?
What the fire? What the rain?
Of what furnace is thy flame?
What the mantle? What dare clasp,
The burning pain of your grasp?
When the men throw down their hands,
And water'd clouds with their tears,
Will he cry, his defeat to see?
Did he who win, win helping me?
Fire! Fire! Burning bright
In the darkness of the light,
What immortals hand or thought
Could tame thy angry flames?
**
"Done." Pyro sighed, They'd worked all afternoon to create that parody of 'The Tiger', "Ya sure Magneto can't tell that we used 'The Tiger'?"
Gambit grinned, "Trust me…"
**
"WHAT IS THIS?!" Magneto yelled waving Pyro and Gambit's poem in front of Pyro's face, "YOU THINK I HAVEN'T READ 'THE TIGER' BEFORE?! CLEARLY YOU COPIED THE GENERAL SOUND AND FORMAT OF THAT POEM!!"
Pyro shifted uncomfortably. This was all Gambit's fault. Trust him? Oh he'll trust him alright, trust him with a big punch in the face and a kick in the unmentionables.
"… AND WHERE IS GAMBIT! THIS HAS HIS FINGER PRINTS WRITTEN ALL OVER IT! IF I GET MY HANDS ON HIM I'LL…"
Oh yeah… Gambit was gonna get it alright… get it BAD.
**
Redfox: Hey guys! So… watcha guys think? ^_^ I came up with it during class… I've got others but this'll be it right now.
Maat: I know… She's been doing it for a while now… words keep popping into my mind whenever she does it and I'm getting frustrated… but… *yawn* Tired… *lays down*
Redfox: Um… guys… I mean, reviewers… DOES ANYONE KNOW PYRO'S WHOLE HISTORY? ANYONE? ANYONE? So… yeah… that's it. ^_^ REVIEW!
By: Pyro/ St. John Allerdyce
Originally by: Redfox and Megane-chan [Redfox's poem]
Disclaimers: This is a Parody of 'The Tiger' by: William Blake. Obviously our name is not: William Blake. Oh yeah… Megane-chan probably wishes she owned Pyro… or the X-Men… whichever she'd be able to get to first… either way I think that that'll take a while… 5 lifetimes give or take a few seconds…
**
St. John Allerdyce was having problems. No not the type of problem you can solve by adding two with two, this was the type of problem one usually got when one was emotionally unstable or at least when one was trying to express one's self but couldn't or can't do it… without burning the house down.
"So the fire said… The fire said… OH SCREW THIS!" Pyro tore off the piece of paper angrily and, with the help of his lighter, burnt it till it was barely specks of dust on the floor, "I hate this… I hate it, I hate it, I hate it."
"Pardon? Didn't catch that last 'I hate it'." Gambit stepped into the living room shuffling his cards as always.
"Oh shut up." Pyro snapped, "I'm in a bad enough mood without YOU bothering me."
"So… what are you making?" Gambit looked over to the pile of dust, "Besides giving Pietro another reason to scratch."
Contrary to popular belief Mr. Pietro Maximoff isn't all THAT perfect. He and Wanda share a dust mite allergy, one that they both inherited from their father. This is also one of Wanda's excuses to hating her daddy dearest. Have you ever known what it feels like to live in a dirty grimy mental institute with a dust mite allergy? Horrible.
"I'm trying to make something…" Pyro explained, "Something that says… FIRE."
To add more of an impact, Pyro made the fire from his lighter blaze in front of Gambit's face when he said it.
Gambit, unfazed, just continued shuffling his cards, "And you can't make this 'something' why…?"
"Because I'm having a hard time expressing myself."
"Didn't think I'd hear that from you."
Pyro glared at his teammate, "What do you mean by that?"
"What I mean is… When you want to express yourself you usually burn something down…" When he got another glare from his frustrated teammate he sighed and continued, "I'm serious. Magneto yelled at you for 3 straight hours last time."
Pyro thought about it and recalled, 'Last time' was yesterday afternoon. He had started feeling giddy after watching himself in X-Men 2 and decided to break into Magneto's study burning everything inside and within a 2-mile radius of it. Luckily that was in the metal dome at Fiji and nothing short of clothing and Magneto's files got burnt/destroyed.
"Actually… I think that's why I'm doing this…" Pyro thought harder, "Yeah… Magneto told me to express myself in a different way and to show it to him… something that didn't have to do with burning things… well… he said burning things in real life…"
"Well then… I think I can help you there." Gambit said putting his cards away and rubbing his hands together, "Let's do something I do best: Steal. This time it'll be ideas."
Pyro looked dubious, "Whatcha' mean?"
"What I mean is…" Gambit explained taking out a copy of William Blake's poems, "Let's use Mr. Blake's idea's shall we?"
"I've read his poems… They have ABSOLUTELY NOTHING TO DO WITH FIRE."
"I know, I know… but why don't we… tweak it a bit? So… what do ya say? You make a good poem out of this and Magneto'll let ya off the hook… in theory."
Pyro thought about it for a while, "Fine. Let's do it!"
So they wrote…
**
The Fire
By: Pyro/ St. John Allerdyce
Fire! Fire! Burning bright,
In the darkness of the light
What immortal's hand or thought,
Could tame thy angry flames?
In the distance of my wake
No longer calm, all gone awry?
Burnt out flames, by the rain?
What the hand dare seize your flames?
And who's shoulder, and who's art,
Could twist the flames of thy heart?
And when your flame is in my hand,
What dread come? And what dread done?
What the fire? What the rain?
Of what furnace is thy flame?
What the mantle? What dare clasp,
The burning pain of your grasp?
When the men throw down their hands,
And water'd clouds with their tears,
Will he cry, his defeat to see?
Did he who win, win helping me?
Fire! Fire! Burning bright
In the darkness of the light,
What immortals hand or thought
Could tame thy angry flames?
**
"Done." Pyro sighed, They'd worked all afternoon to create that parody of 'The Tiger', "Ya sure Magneto can't tell that we used 'The Tiger'?"
Gambit grinned, "Trust me…"
**
"WHAT IS THIS?!" Magneto yelled waving Pyro and Gambit's poem in front of Pyro's face, "YOU THINK I HAVEN'T READ 'THE TIGER' BEFORE?! CLEARLY YOU COPIED THE GENERAL SOUND AND FORMAT OF THAT POEM!!"
Pyro shifted uncomfortably. This was all Gambit's fault. Trust him? Oh he'll trust him alright, trust him with a big punch in the face and a kick in the unmentionables.
"… AND WHERE IS GAMBIT! THIS HAS HIS FINGER PRINTS WRITTEN ALL OVER IT! IF I GET MY HANDS ON HIM I'LL…"
Oh yeah… Gambit was gonna get it alright… get it BAD.
**
Redfox: Hey guys! So… watcha guys think? ^_^ I came up with it during class… I've got others but this'll be it right now.
Maat: I know… She's been doing it for a while now… words keep popping into my mind whenever she does it and I'm getting frustrated… but… *yawn* Tired… *lays down*
Redfox: Um… guys… I mean, reviewers… DOES ANYONE KNOW PYRO'S WHOLE HISTORY? ANYONE? ANYONE? So… yeah… that's it. ^_^ REVIEW!
