"A song for Jango Fett (2)"
Blowing past two Republic fighters did Fett's ship Slave 1 jet clear,
Armed with monstrous artillery that one-day the mighty Chewbacca would fear;
Indeed, Jango's swift ship was mercurial through the shimmering spangle of outer space,
And after wasting the Republic fighters in a cosmic race
He grinned real wide with a toothy smile shown by pearl-white teeth,
And over the comlink was braggadocious with eloquently polite speech;
Thus, the Republic pilots joked right back,
Them not wanting to be under Jango's bad mess of an attack,
Knowing he was the apex of Bounty Hunters armed with an arsenal galore,
Being able with his "Blade-in-the-hole" suavity to gut a Gamorrean Guard to the core,
And he was not just internal steel but also mentally wise;
Hence, the Republic let him freely though the Galaxy to shady deals surmise;
Specifically, they allowed anything his icy cool did desire,
Not wanting to end up blasted repeatedly on a metaphorical funeral pyre.
"Milky Maternal"
Girls dating, yet he never makes suggestive pass;
Specifically, his bizarre eyes into the Otherworld, scoping beyond the glamour of corporeal ass;
As a result, when humanity might hint forth from his vociferous lips,
Their boyfriends threaten, as if he's leather-clad Elvis gyrating targeted hips;
Alas, know: He only wants to sweetly Sinbad, sailing without submarine around their world;
Next, drinking Milky Maternal, threading soul--giving decorative purled.
"A song for Jango Fett"
INTRO:
Jango Fett
Was not in spiritual debt;
Moreover, he didn't need a Jedi-forged Lightsaber,
Nor did he nastily desire Princess Leia in her slave-girl suit as Jabba's party favor;
Specifically, Jango was just as tough as Darth Vader,
Having held more than his own with Obi-Wan Kenobi's turquoise-hued saber;
Indeed, Jango didn't succumb or need mind tricks and fancy flips,
But only self-confidence and to draw his laser pistols swift from his hips.
Verily, Jango Fett had never met
Any Jedi that with he'd lose a bet,
For Jango was a simple man through and through,
Strong as a RANCOR because he forced himself to
Be tough and courageous no matter what,
Not minding that his genes were to be cloned though he might be a Mandalorian mutt;
Furthermore, this is a tale of Jango before
Mace Windu opened up Heaven's Door,
And mind you--that if Jango would've had both pistols and his jet-pack,
Mr. Swift to violence "Windu" would've been blasted, and Jango's head still intact--
Now wends a saga before Boba was born,
When Jango Fett fought against the stink of scorn
Upon a green Moon named Ooba,
Where did croon space celebrities on many a robotic guitar and tuba--
Like this,
Jango did KISMET kiss . . .
"Her Austerity Requires No Overhaul"
Hubris haunts her NOT--
American Freedom should be wise enuff to allow legal pot;
Regardless, a quasi-ascetic ornamented with crayon-like pimples,
She mystically moves without revealing her nipples;
Moreover, not bought and sold by many bills showcasing Grover Cleveland,
For she is secure by way of her boyfriend's Nashville Predator wedding band.
"Salut The Late Late Show"
Six-packing till labor by necessity morningways,
Spent in the 1990's while imbibing Tom Snyder's rainbow-hued airwaves;
Specifically, Baa Baa Black Sheep strolling Central Park @ night to chisel martial arts,
Or Spaceman forging maple syrup while releasing brilliant, literary farts,
And Mr. Blake communicating with lizards under rocks,
Spying mystic television like the elusive, uncanny fox.
"Multiversal Mutt (4) Sports for utopia"
Franny politely piloted the Junkyard Bone to the crescent Moon. Jerky lifts his leg in the acquiesce of a humbled litter box. They view Mother Earth within the gleam of internal cockpit light--and wonder . . .
FRANNY
Blue for sorrow, for peace--
JERKY
For your freaky hair--you appear Jokerish. And no hilarity about goading United States into frivolous war to boast of muscle--everybody knows--saw C. Thomas Howell in RED DAWN.
FRANNY
I hate to semi-quote Pounding, but: There died a myriad, and of the best among them--for a botched civilization--for an old bitch gone in the teeth.
JERKY
Sports! Sports! Sports! Contact too--like a dry hump. Mandela knew to get in the ring, or piss yourself on da turf instead of being a tool. That's how to release the seed during utopia. Get in da ring! Everybody but United States and Canada fear the pigskin hit.
"Multiversal Mutt (3) Frozen Han Solo"
After deliciously digesting Mister Chicken's cerebral cuisine, Franny and Jerky poke their way back into the Silky Milky Way, anchoring the Junkyard Bone on an asteroid outside of Pluto.
FRANNY
I bet it's colder than Calrissian's carbonite outside.
JERKY
I kept drawing pictures of a frozen Han Solo, compulsively, when I was a pup in doggy school. And I used to put him in water in my dog bowl and freeze him in the fridge. Kenner builds an enduring action figure. My G.I. JOE people always fell apart though--they were screwed together ya see.
FRANNY
I surmise Captain Solo really really liked Princess Leia's buns.
JERKY
A hot dog between 'em would be yummalicious. Plus, with a dab of Miracle Whip it would have some tang.
FRANNY
Gross--you're such a dude Jerky. Looks outside the cockpit. Holy crap--there's an Irish beast laying on an asteroid futon.
