Eaten by Weasels (eatenbyweasels) wrote in ebw_buffyslash, @ 2008-03-22 16:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | 15, humour, poetry, spike/angel/wesley |
To Serve Man. Spike/Wesley/Angel. 15
Another silly poem
To Serve Man
In L.A. , one Thanksgiving, Spike had this super plan,
When leafing through that charming book entitled “To Serve Man”.
Poor Wes suspected nothing; to stun him wasn’t hard.
He woke up on a roasting tray, trussed-up and rubbed with lard.
Stark naked, save a garnished knob (which Spike thought rather sweet)
And those funny things like chef’s hats that they put on turkeys’ feet.
A crunchy apple filled his mouth, and muffled angry shouts,
At Spike’s gleeful suggestion of a place to shove the sprouts.
“Well, what d’ya think?” Spike asked his sire, of his Thanksgiving treat.
“Needs stuffing.” chuckled Angel “ And I do like tender meat!”
“You’d best get out your giblets, then.” grinned Spike. Their flies unzipping,
They tenderised their turkey’s arse and left him in the dripping.