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.