I forgot how much fun it is to write
To put all my words on a page
Fan fiction may be what's in what now
Who ships who, all the rage

Not me I'd rather use
A verse and words that rhyme
You think I can't keep up?
That my ideas aren't sublime?

Sammy's locks are locked like Fort Knox
With tons of spray and gel
His hair is not what I fell for
It's his smile that makes me melt

Dean's claim to fame is his way with the game
He's known for his skill with the ladies
It might be a bit shady or even a bit lazy
But those green eyes are what drive me crazy

Cas's cream trench and tie can make a girl dream and sigh
I wonder if that coat is ever pressed
To me, I don't care how the man is dressed
It's his voice that makes me feel oh so blessed

So there you go,
I'm an SPN poet
It doesn't matter what you write
As long as you wrote it