My Poem About Team Gibbs
They are all a family
And though screwed up at best
They care about each other
Far more than all the rest
Gibbs there is the father
Always telling them his rules
Building boats down in his basement
He's real handy with the tools
Tony's the big brother
And though he's a pest at times
He keeps all of them laughing
With his jokes, riddles, and rhymes
Ziva's not related
So she is their best friend
And if you want to know why
You must wait until the end
McGee's the other brother
He's curious and kind
Tony may be more handsome
But McGee he's got the mind
Abby is the sister
With her music blaring loud
Chugging all her Caf-Pow
She sure stands out in a crowd
Ducky is the grandpa
Always rambling his tales
He's got a funny accent
Because he grew up in Wales
Palmer is the cousin
He is goofy, but he's shy
Gibbs glares at him often
And he's always asking why
Now back to the problem
Into which I did not delve
It is called the Tiva dilemma
And it's caused by rule number 12
Everyone can see it
You just have to ask around
Even Gibbs can see the love
Between the Ninja and the Clown
Though they are all different
And a crazy group they make
They are all a family
And those are bonds you cannot break
I dedicate this poem
To those that they have lost
Who protected us and their country
Ignoring any cost
To Kaitlin and to Jenny
Shannon, Kelly, and the others
Who watch all of those they left behind
Friends, Parents, Husbands, Sisters and Brothers