A Camping Poem
by Hong Te

Oh Skinner, on a warm June day
Went camping, where? he did not say
He left his work to rest and play
He did not like being boss all day

But then came Mulder and Scully ere
to his camping sight, eyes filled with tears,
"We wronged you sir, we caused you grief.
We drove you mad with our beliefs.

So let us make it up to you,
by letting you spank us til our ass is blue
Please spank us sir, for we've been bad
Our mischievous ways has drove you mad."

And Skinner, quite aghast, said he,
"I cannot spank you, can't you see!
To spank you for your noble ways,
I will not, should not, that'll I say."

"But sir," they begged, "we earned it so"
"Oh please," he begged, "just let it go.
I came out here to bask in peace
So won't you go and let me be?"

And at this moment, Fowley came
Her head bowed low, so filled with shame
"Oh sir, I'm down on bended knees
and beg you to just spank me please

I held you back, I rat you out,
I never let you go about
the rightful things you had to do
I've wronged you so, so spank me too!"

"No, no!" said Skinner, horrified
"I came out here, I wanted to hide
from ghost and oil and bees and pain
and from a man who controls my veins."

"I do not now!" here cried the rat
And Krycek, dressed up with a hat,
slipped out so quickly from where he hid,
and bounced and ran just like a kid.

"Oh sir!" he threw himself with speed
and doing so, he grabbed the sleeve
and looked at Skinner with implore,
"Oh spank me till my ass is sore!

I've wrong you, hurt you, put you in pain,
I beat you up, I controlled your vein
but now I've seen how bad I am
So won't you spank me as I stand?"

"No no!" cried Skinner in disgust
"Just let me be, and leave, you must!
He brushed off Krycek and moved away,
"I will not, should not, that I'll say!"

And then came smoke and Skinner knew
that the smoking man wanted a spanking too
"Oh Skinner, I've wronged you the most!
I made you lie, I crushed your hopes

And through your stuff, I probe and poke
I pollute your office when I smoke
So spank me till I cannot breathe
Which with my lungs, 's not hard, you see"

"Oh God!" cried Skinner, homicidal prone
"Can you see I came here to be alone
So everyone, pull up your underwear
I will not spank you, I wouldn't dare!"

"But sir," they cried, "we cannot sleep
until you spank us on your knees
We've done you harm, it won't be right
until you spank us with all your might!"

"Then I will!" cried Skinner in despair
and laid them on his knees right there
and spanked them soundly one by one
until the moon came out and the day was done

Now let the moral of this poem be
that cigarettes are bad, you see
The smoker dropped his on the ground
when Skinner spanked his ass around

It rolled into a pile of leaves
which caught on fire and you see
that all the trees were flaming red
Don't worry, only Fowley's dead

So when you camping it is dire
to remember that only you can prevent those forest fires.

The End.

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