A/N: I have decided that only two words can be applied to my internet ban: Screw it. Okay, this is something a little different, still Booshy, but poetic. Well, I hope so anyway. This one isn't too serious, it rhymes, and stuff. Yeah. Still slashy too, you'll notice. Anyway, I shall stop my mindless rambling now. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own the Mighty Boosh or anything in it.
The Watcher
His eyes grew wide in the darkness
His face was white as bone
He watched his friend as he slept light
In the damp flat they called home
He looked upon his sleeping friend
With his eyes shut tight in rest
He knew it looked a little strange
But he knew his friend was the best
His heart was not kept on his sleeve
His feelings were a taboo
But his friend always felt what he felt
Somehow he always knew
He watched his friend sleep all night long
For insomnia racked himself
He couldn't care less for the dark TV
Or the many books on the shelf
His heart lay with this friend of his
The one who saved his life
Even though his everything
Was filled with troubles rife
And when his friend woke in the morning
He told him the sheer truth
They smiled and felt affection
And retreated to the roof…
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