Title: Bun fight at the OK basement.
Author; Jen the genie
Contact; Purpledragon17@hotmail.com
Category; Humour/poetic story - usual government health warnings apply.
Rating: PG - just for the squimish.
Spoilers; Does anything I do ever relate to anything?
Archive; Honoured, where/how/whoknows always appreciated.
Disclaim:CC/1013 property - improperly used as always *g*
Notes/Acknowledgements: This is dedicated to Zero for reasons too numerous to mention.(This is all yours kiddo - enjoy!)
PS If any of you can work out what I've ripped off to accomplish this then either, welcome to the wonderfull world of zimmer frames and cocoa, or we really need to discuss your taste in 'english' Humour.*BG*
( I feel nepalm approaching from 2oclock! - Ducks.)
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Bunfight at the OK Basement
You could hear her high heels pound as she raced across the ground,
The scalpel caught the light as she twirled it round and round.
She galloped through FBI-HQ, her ID proudly on her chest,
She's Dana Scully, and she is the smartest agent in the west.
Now Scully loved Fox Mulder, her partner bold and true.
He lived all alone at Hegal place, apartment 42.
They said she was too good for him, he was thought a spooky geek!
But Scully got her pizza there at least three times a week.(wink, wink)
Now Scully had a rival, a calculating two faced bitch,
Called Di the Foul, with a charming scowl and CGB's best snitch!
She tempted Fox with bedroom eyes and her tales of the undead,
and when he saw size of her Alien files,Well it damn near turned his head.
He nearly swooned when she said "we're doomed,but if you treat me right,
I'll come back to the xfiles and give you hot lurve everynight!"
She knew, once he sampled her twisted truth, she'd have her wicked way.
She thought all Scully had to offer was an autopsy a day!
One lunchtime Dana saw old Di slip in the office door.
It drove her mad to find the cow still there at half past four.
Scully kicked the office door in, she grabbed Di by the throat
She said "time to hit the road dog face, oh and don't forget your coat!"
She dumped her in the corridor and dusted off her hands,
"You can keep away from Mulder, 'cos I've got other plans."
"Oh why don't we play cards for him?" Di sneeringly replied,
"And just to make it interesting, here's five bucks on the side."
Scully went ballistic, but not to be outdone,
Di did some sneaky sleight of hand and produced a loaded gun.
But Scully was too quick for her, things didn't go as planned,
A bee spit flavoured yogurt sent it spinning from her hand.
Foxy tried to get between them, tried to keep the girls apart,
But Dana pushed her man aside and drove a stake through Di's black heart.
Di looked up in pained suprise and the concrete hardened crust,
of an autopsy slide caught her in the eye and the foul one bit the dust.
Di Foul was only 92, she didn't want to die,
So now she haunts the corridors of the famous FBI.
Where the agents are all special and smoking morleys; strictly banned.
But occasionaly you'll come across a ratboy with one hand.
But Dana's needs were many, as Mulder soon found out,
She jumped him at his desk that night, when no-one was about.
Was that Di's ghost, a'watching them? Scully didn't give a damn.
But she really, really hoped so, as she reached for the spray cream Can!
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Right,If anyone one wants me I'll be back in my lamp!
Author; Jen the genie
Contact; Purpledragon17@hotmail.com
Category; Humour/poetic story - usual government health warnings apply.
Rating: PG - just for the squimish.
Spoilers; Does anything I do ever relate to anything?
Archive; Honoured, where/how/whoknows always appreciated.
Disclaim:CC/1013 property - improperly used as always *g*
Notes/Acknowledgements: This is dedicated to Zero for reasons too numerous to mention.(This is all yours kiddo - enjoy!)
PS If any of you can work out what I've ripped off to accomplish this then either, welcome to the wonderfull world of zimmer frames and cocoa, or we really need to discuss your taste in 'english' Humour.*BG*
( I feel nepalm approaching from 2oclock! - Ducks.)
***********************************************************
Bunfight at the OK Basement
You could hear her high heels pound as she raced across the ground,
The scalpel caught the light as she twirled it round and round.
She galloped through FBI-HQ, her ID proudly on her chest,
She's Dana Scully, and she is the smartest agent in the west.
Now Scully loved Fox Mulder, her partner bold and true.
He lived all alone at Hegal place, apartment 42.
They said she was too good for him, he was thought a spooky geek!
But Scully got her pizza there at least three times a week.(wink, wink)
Now Scully had a rival, a calculating two faced bitch,
Called Di the Foul, with a charming scowl and CGB's best snitch!
She tempted Fox with bedroom eyes and her tales of the undead,
and when he saw size of her Alien files,Well it damn near turned his head.
He nearly swooned when she said "we're doomed,but if you treat me right,
I'll come back to the xfiles and give you hot lurve everynight!"
She knew, once he sampled her twisted truth, she'd have her wicked way.
She thought all Scully had to offer was an autopsy a day!
One lunchtime Dana saw old Di slip in the office door.
It drove her mad to find the cow still there at half past four.
Scully kicked the office door in, she grabbed Di by the throat
She said "time to hit the road dog face, oh and don't forget your coat!"
She dumped her in the corridor and dusted off her hands,
"You can keep away from Mulder, 'cos I've got other plans."
"Oh why don't we play cards for him?" Di sneeringly replied,
"And just to make it interesting, here's five bucks on the side."
Scully went ballistic, but not to be outdone,
Di did some sneaky sleight of hand and produced a loaded gun.
But Scully was too quick for her, things didn't go as planned,
A bee spit flavoured yogurt sent it spinning from her hand.
Foxy tried to get between them, tried to keep the girls apart,
But Dana pushed her man aside and drove a stake through Di's black heart.
Di looked up in pained suprise and the concrete hardened crust,
of an autopsy slide caught her in the eye and the foul one bit the dust.
Di Foul was only 92, she didn't want to die,
So now she haunts the corridors of the famous FBI.
Where the agents are all special and smoking morleys; strictly banned.
But occasionaly you'll come across a ratboy with one hand.
But Dana's needs were many, as Mulder soon found out,
She jumped him at his desk that night, when no-one was about.
Was that Di's ghost, a'watching them? Scully didn't give a damn.
But she really, really hoped so, as she reached for the spray cream Can!
*************************************************************
Right,If anyone one wants me I'll be back in my lamp!