Bamf, Bamf, Bamf
By: Nightcrawler/ Kurt Wagner
Originally by: Redfox and Megane-chan [Another product of Redfox's demented mind.]

Disclaimers: No own. By the way, this was originally 'Break, Break, Break' by: Alfred Lord Tennyson. From what I know, X-Men is also owned by some old peeps… I... eh... WE ain't very old if you're wonderin'. Exept for Maat but he's a spirit... he dosen't count.

Answers:

darkpoetpuck: Yeah... course I am! That's one of my favorite poems... you'll just have to wait a while that's all...

THANKS FOR REVIEWING!!!!! ^___^

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Kurt entered the kitchen with a loud 'Bamf!'

"Good Morning Ketty!" Kurt greeted standing behind Kitty, "Vat are you looking at?"

"Oh, hi Kurt." Kitty answered not looking up from her laptop, "I'm looking at my past entries on my diary."

"Can I see?" Kurt asked looking over Kitty shoulder.

Kitty rolled her eyes shielding her laptop's screen from the fuzzy elf's view, "No Kurt. These things are PRIVATE. Though I doubt you know the meaning of that. Popping in on everybody at bad times."

Kurt backed up, his 3-fingered hands next to his face, "Sorry Ketty. Vat's wrong with you today. You seem… irritable."

"Oh… Sorry…" Kitty apologized massaging her forehead and closing her laptop, "I'm just tired I guess…"

Kurt looked at his watch, "It's only 7:00am. How could you be tired?"

"I've been up all night studying for my exams today. I'm dead tired."

"Listen…" Kurt said patting Kitty on the back, "Vhy don't you go to sleep for a while and I'll wake you up before we leave for school? Elf's honor." To prove his point Kurt lifted his right hand near his right ear, just as a scout would.

Kitty smiled, "Thanks Kurt. I need a break."

As Kitty left the room Kurt noticed that she'd left her laptop on the table, "Keety!"

"Yeah Kurt?" Kitty turned around halfway out the door, "What is it?"

Kurt thought fast. He had always wanted to see what Kitty wrote about him in her diary since she first mentioned it to him, which was around… say, a minute or so? But on the other hand, that was wrong and his mama always told him not to look at or touch the things of other people… decisions, decisions…

"Um… Hope you... get enough rest."

Kitty raised her eyebrow skeptically, "Uh… thanks Kurt."

"No problem. Now off you go. Sleep and all… Sweet dreams, good night, Don't let the bed bugs bite… bye now!" Kurt slammed the kitchen door shut, just as Kitty had gotten a fair distance, "Now… let's see…"

Kurt sat down at the table and began to type. It wasn't as easy as it sounded having 3 fingers and all, but he managed.

"Boring… boring… boring…" Kurt flipped through the files one-by-one. It's been 5 minutes since he'd sent Kitty to bed and he hasn't found anything besides Kitty grumbling about life, talking about Lance, her problems, Lance, The X-Men, Lance, "Oh! What's this…?"

Kurt found a particularly interesting poem called 'Break, Break, Break' by someone named, Alfred Lord Tennyson. Next to it he found a file labeled: Kitty's Ideas.

'I've gotten this far… Might as well…" Kurt clicked on it and read down to Idea number 15. Most were ideas for stories on some place called fanfiction.net which Kurt decided to check later, but there was on particular idea he found intriguing: To spoof 'Break, Break, Break.'

"Thank… you… Keety…" Kurt whispered as he rubbed his hands together getting ready to type on a new file on Microsoft Word, "Wait… I think I shouldn't type it here… she'd get suspicious…"

So he wrote it on a piece of paper…

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Bamf, Bamf, Bamf
By: Nightcrawler/ Kurt Wagner

Bamf, Bamf, Bamf
Oh thy brimstone smell
And I would, what my tail can batter
The men that threaten me.

O well for the farmers boy,
That he yells for his sister to play,
O well for the mutant lad,
That he sings while on his bed, he lays.

And the dejected years go on
Till the man of bald came near
And he reaches a wise hand
And the sound of his voice is strong.

Bamf, Bamf, Bamf
At the foot of the stairs is he
The tender grace of that day is there
And will always stay with him.

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"Come on Kurt!" Scott called, "We're gonna be late!"

"Coming!"

Kurt looked at his poem one last time, he decided he'd hand it over for Literature Class, of course, giving credit to Alfred Lord Tennyson. What idiot wouldn't? [*cough*Pyro*cough*Gambit*cough*]

"Kurt!"

"Sorry! I'm coming!"

Kurt dashed out of the kitchen. He needed to ride with Scott today and he couldn't afford to be left behind. So what if his [my] poem was too short and it kinda sucked?

**

"Here I am!"

"Finally Kurt. I thought you'd never get here."

Kurt sat down next to Scott, "Well… the fuzzy man's here and we're ready to go."

Kurt read through his poem again as Scott pulled out of the driveway and started for school but something kept nagging at him at the back of his mind. He pushed it away. It probably wasn't too important I fit was back there right?

Poor Kurt… Had he only known…

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Redfox: Ah… another chappie over and done with… ^_^ For those of you wondering... Break, Break, Break is just that length... no longer... no shorter...

Maat: *looks over at Pyro* *grumbles angrily*

Pyro: ^_^ FIRE! *is playing with Maat's flamethrower*

Fire: *forms: PLEASE REVIEW!*

Maat: _ Mine...