Popslash: Bad Poetry (Various pairings)
Guess what? Today's Bad Poetry Day!
So, to celebrate, have my entry for Awesome August. Remember, folks, it's bad poetry. Although, let me tell you: Even bad poetry can be hard to write if you set your standards too high.
All NSync pairings (except for GSF, which might still follow). Posted in the order in which they were written.
Chris/Lance
There once was a boy named Kirkpatrick.
His mind was sharp and his tongue was quick.
He loved his friend Lance,
tried to get in his pants
by using a simple, successful trick:
Some more friends they had,
who'd all gone to bed,
when Chris made his move,
got in the groove,
said, "Lance, please come here,
would you lend me your ear.
How can you be gay?
Tell me the way."
Lance smiled and he said,
"How 'bout I show you instead?"
So Chris got his way,
Lance made him gay.
And they happily landed in bed.
JC/Joey
There once was a boy named JC Chasez.
That's "Sha-say" to you, no other way.
He was in a band
with Joey, his friend,
singing hits like It's Gonna Be Me.
Then tragedy hit,
for one day they split.
And JC was sad,
'cause the good times they had
were sure over now,
and he didn't know how
to admit that he loved
the way Joey laughed.
Joey was to blame
for C's thoughts, far from tame.
He wanted to fuck,
so it was his luck
that Joey thought just the same.
Lance/Justin
There once was a set of two boys.
"Lambs" they were called in an adoring voice.
They fucked all night long
and found nothing wrong
with using their array of toys.
Then one day - or night -
Lance, arm stretched to the right,
cried, "where is the lube?
We had a tube.
It was right there.
Where is it now, where?"
"I'm sure that we could
think of some other good
things we can do to pass the time,"
Justin said. "C'mon, how about sixty-nine?"
"Okay," Lance said,
"just keep in your head:
tomorrow your ass will be mine."
Chris/JC
There once was a couple who liked to kiss.
If you weren't heartless you couldn't miss,
when they locked their lips,
aligned their hips,
they were in their own little world of bliss.
Then they had a fight,
insults left and right.
Chris yelled at JC,
for how could it be
that C cut his hair?
That wasn't fair.
Chris loved that wild look;
he liked to tug
on the long, curly strands while making out.
Eventually, though, with a suffering pout,
he had to admit:
"Still love you, idiot."
And that remained without a doubt.
Joey/Lance
There once were two boys named Joey and Lance.
Lance knew that never he would have the chance
to be with Joe.
That was his woe.
He dreamed all day long of romance.
Joey was straight.
What a mean turn of fate.
Joey liked girls,
with earrrings and pearls.
No man with a cock
could have such luck
to get it on with him;
chances were slim.
Until one day, drunk, they sort of kissed
and Joey quietly spoke up and confessed,
"I like dick, too,
I'm into you."
From there their love now progressed.
Joey/Justin
There once was a guy who brought sexy back,
whose girl had a premature heart attack,
leaving him free
to be with Joey,
who claimed that they should have broken her neck.
"But this is more clean.
Someone could have seen
us pushing her down
the steps with a frown,"
Justin said. "Just look
how little poison it took.
She went out like a light
without even a fight."
"You," Joey said, "are awesome, baby.
You know how to properly kill a lady."
Then they shared a grin
over their committed sin.
The truth would never come out.
Maybe.
JC/Justin
There once were two guys, really juicy,
who were a bit more than what you see.
They secretly had
an affair in bed
and sometimes in the jacuzzi.
The water spilled
when JC stilled
Justin mid-thrust,
said, voice full of lust,
"I want you to see
what you're doing to me.
Come turn around."
But they soon found
that moving while fucking wasn't so great.
If they didn't hurry, they would be late
for their next show.
Justin said, "You know,
we'll have to postpone, I'm afraid."
JC/Lance
There once was a boy who turned into a kitty.
His friends weren't helpful but very witty.
Except for Lance
who saw at a glance
that JC was now very pretty.
Lance liked to recline
with a ball of twine,
let JC chase
the dancing lace.
His little paws
and tiny claws!
Lance was smitten
with the kitten.
Until he had to confess to the cat,
"I like you, a lot, even when you hunt rat."
There was a crack,
JC turned back,
kissed Lance, in whose lap he still sat.
Chris/Joey/Kelly
There once was a man with two kids and a wife.
He'd been in a band who used to sing live.
He liked his friend Chris,
which Kelly couldn't miss.
She was fine with it; so they became five.
Chris liked the brats;
they liked his tats.
They had much fun
in the sun.
Or by the pool
after school.
And all were hooked
to the way Chris cooked.
One night, kids in bed, the three had some drinks
and each discovered the others' kinks.
They all got nude;
Joey got screwed.
They slept tangled up, fingers like links.
Chris/Justin
There once were the young and the old
One winter, the night was quite cold,
they huddled for warmth
in each other's arms
and Justin got very bold.
He squirmed and shifted,
inevitably drifted
more towards Chris
who didn't miss
that Justin was hard.
That was the start
of some making out.
Without a doubt
Chris welcomed on top of him Justin's weight.
Since there was no way that he could negate
that Justin was smoking,
sin provoking,
an irresistible jailbait.
End.
So, to celebrate, have my entry for Awesome August. Remember, folks, it's bad poetry. Although, let me tell you: Even bad poetry can be hard to write if you set your standards too high.
All NSync pairings (except for GSF, which might still follow). Posted in the order in which they were written.
Chris/Lance
There once was a boy named Kirkpatrick.
His mind was sharp and his tongue was quick.
He loved his friend Lance,
tried to get in his pants
by using a simple, successful trick:
Some more friends they had,
who'd all gone to bed,
when Chris made his move,
got in the groove,
said, "Lance, please come here,
would you lend me your ear.
How can you be gay?
Tell me the way."
Lance smiled and he said,
"How 'bout I show you instead?"
So Chris got his way,
Lance made him gay.
And they happily landed in bed.
JC/Joey
There once was a boy named JC Chasez.
That's "Sha-say" to you, no other way.
He was in a band
with Joey, his friend,
singing hits like It's Gonna Be Me.
Then tragedy hit,
for one day they split.
And JC was sad,
'cause the good times they had
were sure over now,
and he didn't know how
to admit that he loved
the way Joey laughed.
Joey was to blame
for C's thoughts, far from tame.
He wanted to fuck,
so it was his luck
that Joey thought just the same.
Lance/Justin
There once was a set of two boys.
"Lambs" they were called in an adoring voice.
They fucked all night long
and found nothing wrong
with using their array of toys.
Then one day - or night -
Lance, arm stretched to the right,
cried, "where is the lube?
We had a tube.
It was right there.
Where is it now, where?"
"I'm sure that we could
think of some other good
things we can do to pass the time,"
Justin said. "C'mon, how about sixty-nine?"
"Okay," Lance said,
"just keep in your head:
tomorrow your ass will be mine."
Chris/JC
There once was a couple who liked to kiss.
If you weren't heartless you couldn't miss,
when they locked their lips,
aligned their hips,
they were in their own little world of bliss.
Then they had a fight,
insults left and right.
Chris yelled at JC,
for how could it be
that C cut his hair?
That wasn't fair.
Chris loved that wild look;
he liked to tug
on the long, curly strands while making out.
Eventually, though, with a suffering pout,
he had to admit:
"Still love you, idiot."
And that remained without a doubt.
Joey/Lance
There once were two boys named Joey and Lance.
Lance knew that never he would have the chance
to be with Joe.
That was his woe.
He dreamed all day long of romance.
Joey was straight.
What a mean turn of fate.
Joey liked girls,
with earrrings and pearls.
No man with a cock
could have such luck
to get it on with him;
chances were slim.
Until one day, drunk, they sort of kissed
and Joey quietly spoke up and confessed,
"I like dick, too,
I'm into you."
From there their love now progressed.
Joey/Justin
There once was a guy who brought sexy back,
whose girl had a premature heart attack,
leaving him free
to be with Joey,
who claimed that they should have broken her neck.
"But this is more clean.
Someone could have seen
us pushing her down
the steps with a frown,"
Justin said. "Just look
how little poison it took.
She went out like a light
without even a fight."
"You," Joey said, "are awesome, baby.
You know how to properly kill a lady."
Then they shared a grin
over their committed sin.
The truth would never come out.
Maybe.
JC/Justin
There once were two guys, really juicy,
who were a bit more than what you see.
They secretly had
an affair in bed
and sometimes in the jacuzzi.
The water spilled
when JC stilled
Justin mid-thrust,
said, voice full of lust,
"I want you to see
what you're doing to me.
Come turn around."
But they soon found
that moving while fucking wasn't so great.
If they didn't hurry, they would be late
for their next show.
Justin said, "You know,
we'll have to postpone, I'm afraid."
JC/Lance
There once was a boy who turned into a kitty.
His friends weren't helpful but very witty.
Except for Lance
who saw at a glance
that JC was now very pretty.
Lance liked to recline
with a ball of twine,
let JC chase
the dancing lace.
His little paws
and tiny claws!
Lance was smitten
with the kitten.
Until he had to confess to the cat,
"I like you, a lot, even when you hunt rat."
There was a crack,
JC turned back,
kissed Lance, in whose lap he still sat.
Chris/Joey/Kelly
There once was a man with two kids and a wife.
He'd been in a band who used to sing live.
He liked his friend Chris,
which Kelly couldn't miss.
She was fine with it; so they became five.
Chris liked the brats;
they liked his tats.
They had much fun
in the sun.
Or by the pool
after school.
And all were hooked
to the way Chris cooked.
One night, kids in bed, the three had some drinks
and each discovered the others' kinks.
They all got nude;
Joey got screwed.
They slept tangled up, fingers like links.
Chris/Justin
There once were the young and the old
One winter, the night was quite cold,
they huddled for warmth
in each other's arms
and Justin got very bold.
He squirmed and shifted,
inevitably drifted
more towards Chris
who didn't miss
that Justin was hard.
That was the start
of some making out.
Without a doubt
Chris welcomed on top of him Justin's weight.
Since there was no way that he could negate
that Justin was smoking,
sin provoking,
an irresistible jailbait.
End.