A/N: This is what happens when I'm exposed to V8, rock music, and any time past midnight. I was so hyper I was surprised I was able to hit all the keys.
Just a little poem for Jumba and Pleakley, I really like this pairing.
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pride and clothes forgotten
strewn across the tiled bathroom floor
feet just like wild cotton
run towards feelings they dared go for
they say that he who is big of heart
no matter what the tabloids say
shall surely be a man of parts
proven it true, these two won't betray
a faithful love, for conscience sake
going far from all their pain
a growing love no one could shake
two more links in an ohana chain
built to last beyond the end of time
little by little they acknowledged it
until at last they made it fine
and neither wanted to quit
exploring their bodies was a first
it took a long way to get there
but all that time was reimbursed
There's always time for an affair
now together you can find them
on the couch or in the pool
from a job their love did extend
but neither of them are a fool