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| picture randomly stolen from google |
Another Sunday means another date,
For the ever so friendly Dr. Dave.
He wants to meet her, he couldn’t wait,
Although they've dated just yesterday.
The clock is ticking, but evening’s late,
His heart is racing, way out of pace.
He pictures her lovely, light blue-ish mate,
She’s different because she’s from out of space
In autumn he fell in a love with a girl;
A girl descended from another world.
Like, literally. Her name is Lily,
From a planet that I can’t spell properly.
And so he picks her up, at half past five,
From her spaceship that she calls ‘The Hive’,
She wants to impress him with her beautiful dress,
That barely covers all of her quadruple breasts.
Every single night, she gives him a test,
For Dave to go through, it’s more like a threat.
Every single time, she wears a fine dress,
She asks if the dress just makes her look fat.
Dinner at Dewey’s, did not go so well,
Dave answered wrong, break loose all the hell.
He tried everything, to draw her a smile,
But she is too mad, this will take a while.
And everyone’s there, just shocked at the sight,
Of an inter-galactic couple, in a sweet couple fight.
He’s a doctor, and she drools toxic sludge,
But they look so happy together, who am I to judge?
He suddenly stands up, and kneels on the ground,
A ring on his hand, both hearts beating loud
He grabs the left tentacle of his darling Lily,
And say all these words; “Would you marry me?”
She jumps up and down, she couldn’t behave,
For she is too happy, so does Dr. Dave.
She hugs her soul mate and screams “Yes, I do,
And please help annihilate the human race, too!”
*i understand some lines are a bit off, but I'm the kinda guy who will get back to his works eventually and do some repairs. and when I do, I will bump it again. but for now, I got nothing, so I guess this will do.
oh, will turn this into a song soon~
*ideas supported by my friend, Kish.
