A/N: And now since you're smashed, a limerick drinking song!
There once was a girl named Viola,
So lovely, but the other had a six-headed boa,
Crap, that did not scan,
But just ask the barman,
I'm smashed; dancing in a toga,
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And the other one with blue hair,
With piercing green eyes that impair
Her name does not rhyme,
It is such a crime,
But you still imagine her in menswear.
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We want more, but oh drat,
So we write stories to format,
But their names--too long,
For this silly song,
Oh, so, we all call them Shiznat!
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Chorus:
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That was a cute little rhyme,
Sing us another one do—oo
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Shiznat, Shiznat, we've reached the brink,
Stories abound, but we can't hoodwink,
They're not the main stars,
But that's why there are bars,
And, it's too cute when Natsuki turns pink.
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End chorus
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Ikezu, some mayo, it's all too cliché,
It's so silly, but we just can't betray,
Some vampires, some knights,
Some werewolves that bite,
Take a shot, you've read it today!
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Not smashed? Not drunk? That's quite sloppy,
But there's still a point about coffee,
A grab from behind,
We'll add some moonshine,
And you'll drink until you're quite wobbly.
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Why, oh, why is this song so clean?
With ninjas and maids and a queen,
It'd be more perverse,
But, I can't be coerced,
Because, I stupidly rated it teen!
A/N: Some of them didn't quite scan, but who cares? Oh how I butcher poetry! Next time: maids, coffee and Garderobe?