The Boys (Supernatural) Poem by nikki irvine

Once you have been Deaned,
Your in for it now geek boy at work,
All I hear is blah, blah, blah, blah……………
Dean is not always right
And Sam is not always wrong,
Brothers fight
And brothers fall,
Brothers can we please come to a compromise? ? ?

You’re going to love this,
Is not all Supernatural,
Could be just supernormal? ?

Uncle Bobby is always on a case,
Castiel is a fallen angel in disguise,
Anna has become obsessed,
There dad was there,
And their mum did care,
But they aren’t there anymore,

But the loveable Impala is always close by,
The smooth, black, sleek, fine outline of a car,
That purrs along this old dust path,
I wish I could have a ride in her.

Dean got sold to a pack of fan girls! !
I thought he would have been happy with that,
While me and Sam smirk and laugh,
Out loud off at his face,
Oh what a delight! ! ! !

The purple nurples come far and wide,
Just like the demons and angels in side of this war,
The laptop is constantly up and running,
Except for that time where Dean crashed it,
Oh no or was that the trickster playing games? ?
Shots get fired,
Guns go off,
And the salt is in place.

Dean is at the food once again,
Will he ever stop? ?
And Sam is……..well just Sam,
That’s all im going to say,
Or I will get in trouble with the boys,
Not like im going to complain! ! !