[ An X-mas Poem ]
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This is a poem, written by an Anonomous 'Pusher'. Personally, I like it, it rhymes and all so I hope you enjoy it...
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The X-mas Poem
Twas the night before Christmas
And down in LA
The X-Files was taping
Out on the bay
The writers were surrounded by images of dread
While visions of aliens danced in their head
Scully in a trench coat and Mulder in a tie
We want them to hook up there's no need ot lie
Up in the sky preforming neat tricks
Were top secret planes or alien ships
Mulder and Scully dashed to the scene
Only to find the government had striped the site clean
Then what to their wonderous eyes should appear
But an alien craft coming quite near
It landed in the feild with barley a whisper
The radiation caused the wheat crop to blister
Then out in a flash were three little gray men
With black almond eyes and lips that were thin
Mulder said wahooo I knew I was right
Scully shook her head and muttered 'what a night'
Then back to their craft to return to their planet
Left without proof Mulder said DAMN IT!
Scully claimed that she wasn't sure
Mulder just sighed he knew that was her
As the craft was flying out of sight
Mulder heard something but it wasn't good night
Instead of bringing messages of peace and good cheer
They yelled in a chorous the governments to fear
On the way home his consious relieved
Mulder thought oh yeah I still believe
So just to show that she really cared
Scully said they'd keep searching cause the Truth Is Out There
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