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| Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon; I do not own Dr. Seuss. I know that's hard to believe, but Eh. You'll get over it. I do, however, own this charmingly awful little piece of pure idiocy. I also have way too much time on my hands. You have been warned. ^_^ |
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| Taiora The Seussical |
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| Summary: *TAIORA* On top of that, dumb Taiora. It was fun to write though! I attempted to write it in Dr. Suess style. *laughs* Yeah, that was successful. |
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| Said Tai to Sora |
| "I love you." |
| To which Sora returned |
| "I love you too." |
| With a spectacular kiss |
| And a lovely embrace, |
| They at once decided to tie the lace |
| (In a knot, you see- |
| Which most obviously means |
| They would be married |
| Immediately.) |
| (And whether that rhymes well or not, |
| Tai and Sora will still tie the knot. |
| With a lace, you know- |
| But that's been said. |
| So, without further ado, |
| I move on ahead.) |
| Without a falter, |
| They ended up at the altar, |
| And the priest began |
| His ceremony. |
| When he came to the part about who objects, |
| An arrogant pig chose to elect |
| That very same moment, |
| Yes, that same one, |
| To prove once again the depth of his dumb |
| (ness.) |
| At the very next moment |
| He stomped in, |
| Shouting "I object!"- |
| A quite awful din. |
| Then things began to clear |
| As we realized it was Matt |
| And the disgruntled guests |
| Did not like that. |
| No, not a bit. |
| Not the littlest bit. |
| Not the littlest hint of a trace of a bit. |
| Not a shred, not a piece, not a tiny atom. |
| Not a minuscule bit, so we got up and went at 'em. |
| We stocked up on cookies and Prozac and stuff |
| And blowtorches and weapons of destruction-enough |
| To arm all the guests; |
| We were armed to the teeth |
| Even the flower girl had a M16. |
| The ring-bearer had scissors to snip that horrendous blond hair |
| When part of the reception had a quite good idea; |
| "Why not storm Fox Kids! Why not tear 'em down! |
| We'll dispose of Matt, then burn the place down!" |
| His proposal was met by cheers from all places |
| And giant smiles lit up all the guest's faces |
| As we chased Matt away, |
| On that wedding day, |
| We all decided |
| To shout Hip hip HOORAY! |
| So we did as we ran, |
| And we had so much fun, |
| 'Specially the flower girl |
| With that long distance gun. |
| I believe I must stop now before this becomes far too gory, |
| And so that concludes my truelove story. |
| (Which is a Taiora, |
| But that's been declared |
| And Matt does too have horrendous hair |
| No matter how much gel he applies |
| To give it retaining luster and shine |
| It still looks more like something died on his head |
| But I digress. |
| And we have reached THE END) |
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| (Author's Note: HEH HEH.) |
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