It's a little late this year, but the dumb Christmas carols are back!!!
Yay? Boo? Some intricate combination of the two? Ah well. I still don't
own Johnny. Do you know how hard it is to buy somebody's soul on eBay? XD
T'was the Night Before Flibbergibet
T'was the night before Flibberbiget
When all through the house
Every creature was stirring
Even the one legged mouse
Intestines were hung
By the chimney with care
In hopes that by morning
They'd all still be there
Dumb teens were all drunk
They had been out all night
Testing their tolerance
For the next day's delight
Except one Johnny C.
That's what they call me
But to fangirls and Tim
I'm just known as Nny
Minding my business
When nothing like a dart
Someone fell on my roof
And landed with a loud fart
They snorted and giggled
Then I went to see
What drunkard was up there
And naming the trees
"Go Dasher! F*** Dancer!
Don't get him knocked up!
Go Comet! No Cupid!
I'm gonna throw up."
She puked and then shat
Right there in the snow
"Oh great." I thought then.
"That's going to smell gross."
It seemed for a second
She was halfway sober
She pulled up her pants *thankfully*
And looked over
"Who the hell are you?" I said
She let out a moo
"And why in the hell
Did you shit on my roof?!"
"I am Mary Sue
I'm a drunken SI.
Shouldn't you be drunk too
On this drunkenest night?"
"If you know shit about me
You'd know that I'm not
One to get drunk
And then smoke tons of pot."
"Of course you will be!
This is my story now!
I've got Authory Powers!
And to them you will bow!"
Fear shivered through me
From my spine to my spleen
What about this drunk author
Who'd had too much caffeine?
Oh what things she could do
That are so OOC
What erotic acts?!
What scandalous deeds?!
But still I was grinning
For there in my brain
The dots were connected
Much to her disdain
"Since you're sitting here
On the roof of my home
If you are the author
Who's writing this poem?"
She burst into flame
And ceased to exist
The flames disappeared
Along with the shit
For that time I was happy
But what should I hear?
A disembodied voice that said
"See you next year!"
A/N: For reference, Flibbergibet Day is a made up holiday that basically
means "Get Drunk Off Your Ass Day." Actually it's at night. But it's called
Flibbergibet Day anyway. Tim the Stalker is a character sort of based on
someone who stalks famous people. I'll see if I can get another song parody
of an actual Christmas carol posted before Thursday. If not, there's always
next year. If I remember. Yay for unusually early activating Alzheimer's!
Yay? Boo? Some intricate combination of the two? Ah well. I still don't
own Johnny. Do you know how hard it is to buy somebody's soul on eBay? XD
T'was the Night Before Flibbergibet
T'was the night before Flibberbiget
When all through the house
Every creature was stirring
Even the one legged mouse
Intestines were hung
By the chimney with care
In hopes that by morning
They'd all still be there
Dumb teens were all drunk
They had been out all night
Testing their tolerance
For the next day's delight
Except one Johnny C.
That's what they call me
But to fangirls and Tim
I'm just known as Nny
Minding my business
When nothing like a dart
Someone fell on my roof
And landed with a loud fart
They snorted and giggled
Then I went to see
What drunkard was up there
And naming the trees
"Go Dasher! F*** Dancer!
Don't get him knocked up!
Go Comet! No Cupid!
I'm gonna throw up."
She puked and then shat
Right there in the snow
"Oh great." I thought then.
"That's going to smell gross."
It seemed for a second
She was halfway sober
She pulled up her pants *thankfully*
And looked over
"Who the hell are you?" I said
She let out a moo
"And why in the hell
Did you shit on my roof?!"
"I am Mary Sue
I'm a drunken SI.
Shouldn't you be drunk too
On this drunkenest night?"
"If you know shit about me
You'd know that I'm not
One to get drunk
And then smoke tons of pot."
"Of course you will be!
This is my story now!
I've got Authory Powers!
And to them you will bow!"
Fear shivered through me
From my spine to my spleen
What about this drunk author
Who'd had too much caffeine?
Oh what things she could do
That are so OOC
What erotic acts?!
What scandalous deeds?!
But still I was grinning
For there in my brain
The dots were connected
Much to her disdain
"Since you're sitting here
On the roof of my home
If you are the author
Who's writing this poem?"
She burst into flame
And ceased to exist
The flames disappeared
Along with the shit
For that time I was happy
But what should I hear?
A disembodied voice that said
"See you next year!"
A/N: For reference, Flibbergibet Day is a made up holiday that basically
means "Get Drunk Off Your Ass Day." Actually it's at night. But it's called
Flibbergibet Day anyway. Tim the Stalker is a character sort of based on
someone who stalks famous people. I'll see if I can get another song parody
of an actual Christmas carol posted before Thursday. If not, there's always
next year. If I remember. Yay for unusually early activating Alzheimer's!