My apoligies, this is a tad more violent than I had intended, but it rhymed!
WARNING TO ALL CYCLOPS/JEAN FANS: this fic contains MAJOR bashing, and if you cannot take it with a grain of salt, then please leave now. if you ignore this warning, and flame me, your opinion will be null and void.
thank you,
N'AWLINS
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS IN THIS PARODY, AND I AM NOT MAKING ANY MONEY OFF OF THIS!
"American Pie" was written by Don McLean and has been performed by Don McLean and Maddonna.
The Day That Cyclops Died
A long, long time ago,
In a Med-lab far away,
A scrawny mutant lay in bed.
And although he was the leader,
And Jean thought there was no one sweeter,
A certain someone wished him dead.
That certain someone made me shiver,
His claws were big and his muscles bigger,
He could take Magneto,
Squash him like a mosquito.
I can't remember how he died.
Death by claw or death by pride?
But something tore out his insides,
The day that Cyclops died.
So . . .
Die, die, pretty please Cyclops die.
No one likes you,
You're a weenie,
And you've made Jeannie cry.
You think you're the boss,
And especially fly.
Only Jeannie thinks that you're a nice guy.
Only Jeannie thinks that you're a nice guy.
Then Jean and Charles made a pact,
To go and bring Cyke's innards back.
They never acted on that pledge.
I do believe they wanted to,
But there was not a single clue,
'Cept the claw marks on the window ledge.
We all knew Jean was in love with Slim,
And he obeyed her every whim.
"Scott, I need my hairbrush!"
His brain would turn to mush.
This perfect love it was no more,
When Jean saw all the blood and gore,
Had ruined the Med-Lab decor.
The day that Cyclops died.
Logan was singin' . . .
Die, die, pretty please Cyclops die.
No one likes you,
You're a weenie,
And you've made Jeannie cry.
You think you're the boss,
And especially fly.
Only Jeannie thinks that you're a nice guy.
Only Jeannie thinks that you're a nice guy.
Now for ten years Jean's been on her own,
And she grows fat and sits at home,
But that's not how it used to be.
Sinister wanted her genes,
But the X-Men had to intervene.
They should have left if you ask me.
No one really missed poor Cyke.
He was a man not many liked,
Though it really shocked Jean's fragile psyche,
The day that Cyclops died.
The X-Men were singin' . . .
Die, die, pretty please Cyclops die.
No one likes you,
You're a weenie,
And you've made Jeannie cry.
You think you're the boss,
And especially fly.
Only Jeannie thinks that you're a nice guy.
Only Jeannie thinks that you're a nice guy.
WARNING TO ALL CYCLOPS/JEAN FANS: this fic contains MAJOR bashing, and if you cannot take it with a grain of salt, then please leave now. if you ignore this warning, and flame me, your opinion will be null and void.
thank you,
N'AWLINS
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS IN THIS PARODY, AND I AM NOT MAKING ANY MONEY OFF OF THIS!
"American Pie" was written by Don McLean and has been performed by Don McLean and Maddonna.
The Day That Cyclops Died
A long, long time ago,
In a Med-lab far away,
A scrawny mutant lay in bed.
And although he was the leader,
And Jean thought there was no one sweeter,
A certain someone wished him dead.
That certain someone made me shiver,
His claws were big and his muscles bigger,
He could take Magneto,
Squash him like a mosquito.
I can't remember how he died.
Death by claw or death by pride?
But something tore out his insides,
The day that Cyclops died.
So . . .
Die, die, pretty please Cyclops die.
No one likes you,
You're a weenie,
And you've made Jeannie cry.
You think you're the boss,
And especially fly.
Only Jeannie thinks that you're a nice guy.
Only Jeannie thinks that you're a nice guy.
Then Jean and Charles made a pact,
To go and bring Cyke's innards back.
They never acted on that pledge.
I do believe they wanted to,
But there was not a single clue,
'Cept the claw marks on the window ledge.
We all knew Jean was in love with Slim,
And he obeyed her every whim.
"Scott, I need my hairbrush!"
His brain would turn to mush.
This perfect love it was no more,
When Jean saw all the blood and gore,
Had ruined the Med-Lab decor.
The day that Cyclops died.
Logan was singin' . . .
Die, die, pretty please Cyclops die.
No one likes you,
You're a weenie,
And you've made Jeannie cry.
You think you're the boss,
And especially fly.
Only Jeannie thinks that you're a nice guy.
Only Jeannie thinks that you're a nice guy.
Now for ten years Jean's been on her own,
And she grows fat and sits at home,
But that's not how it used to be.
Sinister wanted her genes,
But the X-Men had to intervene.
They should have left if you ask me.
No one really missed poor Cyke.
He was a man not many liked,
Though it really shocked Jean's fragile psyche,
The day that Cyclops died.
The X-Men were singin' . . .
Die, die, pretty please Cyclops die.
No one likes you,
You're a weenie,
And you've made Jeannie cry.
You think you're the boss,
And especially fly.
Only Jeannie thinks that you're a nice guy.
Only Jeannie thinks that you're a nice guy.