A Poem About the Simpsons
By JennaWrites
This is my first entry, so please no flames. Here is a poem about the simpsons :). enjoy!
Note :I dont own the Simpsons
Silly family
Insane sometimes Marge is
Mysterious Maggie is
Pest Bart is
Smart Lisa is
Oaf Homer is
Not kidding
Simpsons
Passing
a test will just crash and burn
Year:
2011
Chapter
1: Lisa failed a test
It
was Monday, and Lisa was walking to her homeroom class. Today was a
very special day; the day of a big math test.
Okay,
todays the test, I must be focused, I must be ready, I must not
freak! Lisa said to herself.
She
entered the room and greeted the teacher.
Hello
Mrs. Smith! How are you? Lisa greeted.
Oh
just fine, Lisa, are you ready for your test?
Yes,
I truly am.
Good,
just take your seat and we will begin shortly.
Lisa
walked to her seat, seeing all her classmates ready and prepared,
just like her.
Okay,
I will pass this test. Id never fail!
30
minutes later
Okay
finished, now I have to take this to the teacher.
Lisa
walked up to the desk and handed her test to Mrs. Smith.
Hentai Picture: And who is boinking Marge’s pink hole this time?
You may have though you’ve seen great Simpsons before, you’d cream yourself to find such a huge collection of high quality content all ready for you… Crazy girl from Simpsons craves to take on this heaviest fuck load in her entire lifetime… Adorable Marge Simpson opens her legs for the camera then jacks off her jugs and soft twat with a thick fuck toy!
Epilogue
—-Twenty Years
Later—-
Maggie Simpson sat
under the Beech Tree reading through for the Millionth Time the
Thirteen Clippings from all those years ago, The papers was now
Yellowing with curls in the corners but Maggie smoothed them out and
read the same story over and over in different Context.
Marge had taken it in
her stride to purchase all Thirteen Magazines and Newspapers where
Maggie was featured. She noticed she had been called Miracle-Girl
In one of them.
The Story was still
fresh in her Mind, at it still followed her wherever she went and she
knew it was all over so long ago but she just couldnt shake it
off.
A Soccer ball came
flying in her Direction and she caught it, Maggie had always been
good at sports after she got her hearing back.
The sound of someone knocking on the office door drifted over to Monty.
Come in. He called, still watching the workers below him.
A minute later, Burns heard a tray being set on his desk, and the soft sound of papers being set beside the tray.
I have your lunch, and your mail. Davies said.
Excellent. Montgomery said, as he turned his chair around to face his desk. He picked up his sandwich. Open those for me. I can’t do it while I eat.
Davies was tempted to roll his eyes. The similarities never ended. Obviously, the young Burns had seen his father at work multiple times. Instead of eye-rolling, Davies picked up the first envelope and tore it open.
Who is it from? Burns asked before biting into his sandwich.
Davies looked at the front of the envelope. It’s from the Selective Services.
Sorry about Maggie, kind of a lame explanation why she wasnt at the funeral but itll have to do. Also, Im not sure how much younger Maggie is than the other kids, so please write me a message and correct me if Im wrong Sorry again!
Marge opened the door as quietly as she could, but before she had closed it she heard the scraping of chairs and footsteps hurrying out into the hall.
Where were you last night? Lisa said and frowned. We were worried.
I I ended up sleeping with Mr Flanders and couldnt bother to leave earlier. I fell asleep on Mr Flanders couch. We were, ehm, watching some home videos, she lied and looked at her children.
Maggies here, Lisa said and felt something stir inside of her. She she wished she could have come, she covered for her sister, who had run away two years ago after a big fight between her and Homer. Lisa knew Maggie hated their father bitterly, but she had still looked a bit shaken up when she arrived at their door.
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Mr. Smithers stood frozen in his stance, staring at me with unblinking eyes and a frighteningly unchanging expression. What? he asked, his expression still fixed.
I couldnt control my palms growing clammy, and I just hoped the sweat wouldnt mar Mr. Smithers doll. Umare you homosexual?
Mr. Smithers expression changed then, and I dont know I was relieved by the alteration or not. He looked like a bomb, desperately wanting to explode, but attempting not to do so. That is a very inappropriate question for you to ask me, Miss Simpson, he replied, calmly but evidently furiously.
Epilogue
—-Twenty Years
Later—-
Maggie Simpson sat
under the Beech Tree reading through for the Millionth Time the
Thirteen Clippings from all those years ago, The papers was now
Yellowing with curls in the corners but Maggie smoothed them out and
read the same story over and over in different Context.
Marge had taken it in
her stride to purchase all Thirteen Magazines and Newspapers where
Maggie was featured. She noticed she had been called Miracle-Girl
In one of them.
The Story was still
fresh in her Mind, at it still followed her wherever she went and she
knew it was all over so long ago but she just couldnt shake it
off.
A Soccer ball came
flying in her Direction and she caught it, Maggie had always been
good at sports after she got her hearing back.
Call of the Simpsons
By
JennaWrites
Chapter 1: The
Adventure Begins
One sunny
afternoon, Homer was resting in the hammock.
Homer sighed,
Ahh, what perfect day. Its just my hammock, a duff, and me.
No work. No boy
(Bart). But most importantly, no Flanders.
Did you call
my name neighboroonie? Flanders asked on the other side of the
fence. Homer complained, Doh! Stupid Flanders! Now my afternoon is
ruined!
Flanders said
Well Homer, not meaning to be such a bother but
Too late,
Homer replied.
But shouldnt
you be at work today? Flanders asked.
Then Homer got
up, thinking of an excuse why he isnt at work.
Uhh my
boss is sick today, so work was cancelled.
Aww, what a
shame, Flanders said feeling bad for Homers boss, Mr. Burns.
HERKIES
ADVENTURE
A/n: In The Simpsons third season, Smithers alluded to a Yorkshire terrier he owned at the
time by the name of Hercules, showing Mr. Burns a photo to prove it. The dog was never mentioned or seen
again. So heres a little adventure story that gives him a more
meaty role. Hope you enjoy it.
Legal yadda yadda: I
own no right to The Simpsons or the characters therein. They
dont own me either. Im not making any money writing fanfic,
which should make everyone but me very happy.
Chapter 1
Waylon Smithers arrived
home after another exhausting day of almost literally bending over
backwards to try and please his unappreciative boss, Montgomery
Burns, the overseer of the local nuclear power plant. Poor Waylon
hardly had the energy to get his key in the doors lock, but as
soon as the sound of the key rasped in it, an excited barking issued
from within the apartment. As the door swung open, a small dog jumped
and yapped enthusiastically seeing his master return.