TBB - TCW - Clone's Got Drip (poem)
By Gun Roswell
Preface
The Clones! They all certainly have some drip!
Preface
Set somewhere in Star Wars the Bad Batch and the Clone Wars galaxy of things A Multiverse of Star Wars Fan Fiction and Poetry by Yours Truly
Poetry for the Clones, just because they all deserve all the odes and homages they can get!
Clones certainly do have drip. A lot of it. Especially the new gear TBB's got, plus the cool outfits Mayday and his squad wore back on Barton-4. A joke? Surely not! Howzer is totally plush, his new uniform of sorts the right kind of stuff!
Part of the Clone Poems / SW Crack/Humour Fic Series
The Clones! They all certainly have some drip!
'Dressing down sexily during battle scenes? Why the kriff not? But it's all about the drip now isn't it just?' Drip, drip, drip, drip
Like a tap on the fritz
It's all so poetic
Alas this is not about it
About the tap
Rather the fact that
The Clones certainly have it
That totally cool drip!
As if there ever was any doubt about it!
Drip, drip, drip, drip
Listen to the drum beat
There is nothing to cheat
Nothing really so cheap
That the clones cannot make
Something totally cool out of it
Their clothing that is!
Just take a look what they managed
With the lowest of lows budget
The stuff having looked mostly like shit
Alas painting it with colours they did
All them gear fitted for the war
Some of the shiny whites an eyes sore
The battle fields soon brightly lit
They battalions like rainbows!
Go! Already there git doh!
For those taking some time off
Their pyjama like outfits scoffed
Not worth for any kind of shindig
Having made a one-eighty turning
In the clever hands of them clones
No chore at all
Making use with what they've got
(Certainly not much)
Turning stuff like using magic to gold
Even on the markets to be sold?
The party just beginning
Some of them now singing
Their threads the talk of the 79's
The place none so divine
Alas a place just the same to unwind
And their drip to show off
To each and every single one nat-born
Envies of the clothing of the clones
Singing, dancing, overall prancing
Cause they've got the drip
And the others there? Well their gear is just pure and utter… shit!?
And so the cycle goes on
Drip, drip, drip, drip
The clones surely have it
The great looking threads to wear
Even if in the middle of the karking war
They always the best options score
Cause they aren't a bore
Colours, colours, colours
And cool threads in all them odours?
Yeah it's a rhyme! So all fine!
Drip, drip, drip, drip
Goes on on every single trip
The clones gear the best to wear
No matter dead or alive
Hey that was not cool or fine!
Yeah, anyways, you know the gist!
This is all about the clones having drip
And so whatever suits they have worn
That will be put in here in this lore
Of a thing someone calls a poem
As this is nothing about to be solemn
Cause they've surely got the drip!
Dressing up for the field or the time of leisure
It is always such a pleasure
Especially for the one with the paint bucket
Or the sewing machine, so suck it
The Generals in their boring beige
Something the clones would not be caught in dead! Oh well, there is the word no one dares to spell
D.E.A.D.
Not something meant here you see
Not for the clones, so let's resurrect
All them clones having supposedly died I expect
Now out here with huge big smiles
Wearing nothing but the best outfits loud and styled
All the rest of the vod'e following suit
As in suite anyone?
Just for the fun?
No?
Why not?
Are you already bored?
It's a poem about the clones!
So listen in and listen good!
It's an order for fucks sake!
So, no more time to hesitate
Grab the gear, let's paint!
Good then, following orders well
As this poem now… ends