The Christmas Poem

by Sunshinecackle

Zim writes a poem for each and every person that he is stuck in his meaningless, existencial stay on Earth. His take on what he thinks of them all.

1. GIR

Title: The Christmas Poem

Category: Humor/Poetry

Warnings: Stupidity. I warned.

Summary: Zim writes a poem for each and every person that he is stuck in his meaningless, existencial stay on Earth. His take on what he thinks of them all.

The Christmas Poem

Chapter One: GIR

You're idiotic, of that I'm sure.

But still, I must say

You're my best friend, GIR.

Even if at times I want to blow off your tiny robot head

And see what makes you tick

I won't because I care enough not to want you dead

Though I think I could deal with a robot who's sick.

When you bounce on the walls and watch Scary Monkey

And make the soap and food and everything else in the house chunky

You drive me insane, I'll admit

But you always come through some way or another, so you gain that merrit.

When I find bacon in my soap,

Tuna in your fuel tank,

Damp in my hope,

And on my clothing you yank

I just remember why the Tallest gave me you and only you

Because we were meant to be two.

When I want to strangle your tiny little neck

Or I want to throw something at your stupid shiny head

Or want to kick you so hard you'll...urm...creck..?

Or want to beat you till your dead...

I just remember that you're my best friend.

I think I made Zim too nice...but I thought OOCness was needed in a poem for our beloved GIR!