I swear this is my last bit of rhyming for quite some time, but what would you do if you had SAm-I-Am stuck in your head?? lol...hopefully this makes someone out there chuckle a bit. bambers;)

Fun With Sam and Dean

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Dude, we could go hunting in my car.

We could travel near and far.

We could go racing up and down.

Hell, we could kill a demonic clown.

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I will not go hunting in your car.

I will not travel near or far.

I will not race up and down.

I will not chase some goddamn clown.

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Dude, we could stop at a local bar.

We could meet a girl named Star.

You could bore her with your blah, blah, blah.

If I kiss her she'll go oo la la.

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I will not stop at a local bar.

In your dreams you'll meet a girl named Star.

I would not bore her with my blah, blah, blah.

She'd slap your face ha, ha, ha.

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Dude, we could hunt Bloody Mary.

Some people think she's awful scary.

She's killing people all over town.

But at least she's not a spooky clown.

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I will not hunt Bloody Mary.

I don't believe she's all that scary.

I'd rather go to some old ghost town.

Would you please stop mentioning that goddamn clown.

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Dude, we could chase a shifter.

Find out which of us is swifter.

We could chase it in the sewer.

You'd be bait, I'd be pursuer.

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I will not chase a shifter

With my long legs, I'd be swifter.

If we went down in the sewer.

We'd both end up smelling like manure.

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Dude, we could run across a killer truck.

Wouldn't that be just our luck.

I'd outrun it with my car.

Wouldn't that be bizarre.

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I will not run across a killer truck.

Cause I gotta tell ya that'd really suck.

You'd have to travel very far.

To outrun a demonic truck with your car.

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Dude, we could happen upon a Lady in White.

Killing cheating men in the dead of night.

We could get thrown in a river.

Damn mucky water makes me shiver.

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I will not happen upon a ghosty white.

Killing men in the cold, dead night.

You may end up in the sludgy muck.

But, I will have much better luck.

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Dude, we could run across two ghost chasers.

Ed and Harry, the Ghostfacers.

Tulpas are a scary bunch.

God, I'm starving, what's for lunch.

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I will not run across two ghost chasers.

Who think themselves to be ghost erasers.

If you're hungry, drink what's in that jar.

Hopefully it won't taste like blackened tar.

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Dude, we could go camping out in the woods.

Hunt us up something good.

I've heard Wendigos prefer the other white meat.

Death by flare gun, oh, so sweet.

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I will not go hunting in the woods.

I would not go even if I could.

Wendigos are not so snugly.

In fact I think they're kinda fugly.

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Dude, we could enter a mental institution.

Give a little Winchester retribution.

Salt an' burn the sonuvabitch.

Pull it off without a hitch.

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You know what, dude, you might be right.

Killing ghosties in a fight.

Salt an' burn the sonuvabitch.

We could pull it off without a hitch.

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Dude, so you'll go hunting in my car.

Traveling both near and far.

We can hunt them on a train.

But God forbid we take a plane.

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Yes, I will go hunting in your car.

I will travel both near and far.

I will go racing up and down.

But you'll never catch me chasing some goddamn clown.