a poem

["greywolfb" <greywolf@xxxxxxxxxx>]

One of the silly things I write when bored






Twas the night of Friday
And all thru the town
No vampires were lurking
No ghouls were around

The Scoobs were all lounging
Sprawled out on the floor
As Giles told stories
Dawn goes to the door

All of a sudden 
There came some loud talk
"Why isn't this cozy"
Spike said in a mock

"What do you want Spike"
Buff said with a sigh
You know you're not wanted
You bother us why?

A demon is coming
Spike groans out real fast
He pulls down his zipper
And whips out his mast

A stroke and a shudder
And its over quite quick
Spike's seed boils over
And shoots from his prick

His laughter was heard 
As he runs out the door
"What gullible pigeons
He shoot and he scores! "