This is the best poem I've ever written and it is about Butt Ugly Martians – if you're wondering. I want reviews up telling me whether or not I should send this to Mike Young through his website's email. Hope you like it! (It's all true!!!)
I watch you for hours,
But you never seem real,
Time for you,
Is standing still.
Re-runs, replays,
Rewind the tape again,
Just so I could watch,
It over and over again.
B.Bop, 2-T and Do-Wah,
Fighting and winning the war,
Holding enough hope together,
That they're still proud of what they're fighting for.
Blasting the bad guys,
Letting Bog know who's in charge,
When they know that if they get in trouble,
Koofoo's still at large.
Ange, Mike and Cedric,
Praying that they'll be safe,
Helping the Martians in any way,
Haven't given up faith.
I sit there watching,
On the edge of my seat every time,
The final episode 'This Is... The Butt Uglies',
Finish the series for the last time.
The Martians cheering and laughing,
On the side of planet Earth,
With grins on their faces,
Like after a mother's given birth.
Fans watch with fingers crossed,
For the next episode to show,
But then something happens...
The sponsors don't want to know!
The Martian's were axed,
And then one of the actors died,
And fans all over the world,
Cried and cried.
Their three favourite aliens,
Now only a distant memory,
Had been erased from TV,
For forever and eternity.
This is a poem,
For Mike Young and Co,
Bring back the Martians,
Because we love them so.
Bring back B.Bop, the fearless commander,
Bring back 2-T, the bit of fun,
Bring back Do-Wah, the heart of the three,
Bring them back to EVERYONE!
ï Pretty sad, huh? Okay – r&r! The bit about the sponsors not wanting to know is after the original sponsors went bankrupt ï no one wanted to finance it afterwards ï it's just like my story 'I'm a cartoon character... GET ME OUTTA HERE!', English fans will understand the title, lol! Thanks, you've been a wonderful audience, good night/day/whatever! Bi!