A/N:

HEY! Thanks for all the reviews!

This is a comedic poem about Joey. Basically its supposed to sound like Joey reciting a poem he did for school, and I tried to stuff as much Joey-ness into it. Hope all you Joey fans think it's convincing!

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Joey

You may thing thatcha know me

But I'm thinkin yur wrong

What you've heard is baloney

About how I've come along

The name's Joey Wheeler

And I'm king of the hill

The macho contender

On the duel gamble wheel

I was once called a loser

A dawg and a geek

With nothin to fight for

And everyone to beat

Then I met my buddies

And I found I could be

The winner of a prize

Of a million and three!

Or was it three mill?

Aw, I can't count for beans

But don't let me fool ya

It's not what it seems

See my parents split up

When I was a kid

And my sister and I

Were split up too

For seven years I didn't see her!

My little sister who I love so much and would do anythin for, even spill my guts for, well not in front of her anyway, but still! She means everything to me and if anythin were ta-

(Joey: Oh, shoot)

Forgive my ramblin

I'm not a prose kinda guy

But what I'm tryin to say is

She'd lose both her eyes

To be blind forever

Is not something I'd want

For my sweet sis Serenity

'Cause she's all I've got

Well, after the cruise

I got to the island in time

To have my butt nearly whooped

By a blond chick named Mai

Now, don't get me wrong

She's a hottie and all

But when she tricked me with perfumes

My brain turned into a mush-ball

But I straightened up good

And a beat 'er with ease

But it was just getting started

The first hole in the cheese

(Joey: Man that was a stupid line)

(Tristan: Tell me about it, you stink at poems!)

(Joey: Woudja shadap and let me finish!)

(Tristan: Sorry)

Make a long story short

Which I probably can't

I fought lotsa duels

And became quite a champ

Then the finals arrived

And I was picked to fight

My best pal Yugi

A dude who's all right

But, the pickle I was in

Wasn't right at all

As I fought back the tears

And tried not to fall

We each battled hard

For the ones that we loved

In the end Yugi beat me

But it was cool, cuz

Yug gave me the money

A prize I could spend

To get my sister's sight back

And bring her pain to an end

Even though I came in second

I felt like The Man!

And I hooted and howled

'Till we hit the mainland

I bragged and I bragged

'Bout my winnins and all

How I beat the best duelists

And was proud to stand tall

Then I was duped

By this new guy in the town

That the ladies all drooled on

And made me feel down

Duke Devlin beat me hard

Sent me over the edge

Made me dress in a dawg suit

I hope a picture 'o that to Kaiba he'll never send

(shudder)

Yet again, my pal Yug

Came again to my aid

And saved my small rep

From the doggie-house plague

I'd go on wid ma story

But what can I say?

That if it weren't for my friends

I wouldn't be here today

It's friendship and courage

That'll getcha through life

Your worries'll leave you

Least the ones that bring strife

Awe, enough with the love crap

It's about me that I typed

Up this poem, about "Me", see

And that's what is right

So don't y'all tell me

'Bout what you've heard

'Bout how Joey Wheeler's

A dawg and a turd

'Cuz I'm none 'o those tings

My buddies will tell

I'm the numba one duelist

Second to...well

Yugi Motou...

(Joey: Well, I mean the guy is king of games and all but I'M IN SECOND! SO DON'T YOU SAY TO ME I'M A THIRD-RATE DUELIST CUZ I'M SECOND! SECOND!)

(Kaiba: Yeah right, that's only because you can't count.)

(Joey: Yeah? Well, who beat you after the Battle City Finals, Eh? Me! That's who!)

(Kaiba: You won by default.)

(Joey: Did not! What, you wanna rematch?)

(Kaiba: You're not worth my time.)

(Joey: Hey, tell it to my cridenchals!)

(Kaiba: You're what?)

(Joey: My cridatic...eugh...my cractdoca...pthh)

(Kaiba: I rest my case.)

(Joey: Hey, you comeback here ya no good, snot-nosed, rich-snob, gum-chewin, liver-lickin, gun-slingin, fever flicken, nose-bleedin, sock-it-to-em, dirty dancin, limo-strippin, party-hoppin...huff huff huff I'm running outta names.)

(Tristan: Don't worry about it, he's out of earshot anyway.)

(Joey: YUR NO HELP!)

(Yugi: I liked your poem! )

(Joey: Really? tears of joy )

(Yugi: Yup!)

(Joey: Thanks Yug, yur da best friend a guy could have!)

(Yugi: Yep, and as your friend, I have to be honest with you.)

(Joey: eh?)

(Yugi: Your English is horrible.)

(Joey: anime fall )

(Yugi/Tristan/Joey: THAT'S ALL FOLKS!)