There once was a Goth called Abby
Who's life was less than scabby
She hates all puns
And bowls with nuns,
She adores her marine
Who was hardly serene
He's her silver haired fox
He plays with her locks
And always rocks her socks
She knew a handsome man
Who hated dinners from a can
He chased women all day and night
And gets an awful fright
When his date is less than polite
Her final friend was a godsend
Who needn't have to pretend
'Cos when push comes to shove
She looks down from above
And showers her with her grace
And that's the family
Who's more than a bit barmy
And she has to go now
Gibbs is standing behind her with a Caff-Pow
A/N: Sorry this is really random but I wrote it in school and thought I'd upload it for the hell of it. So R&R as always!