The beast opened his mouth and spat forth fire,
SG-1's boots melted, their situation was dire.
"The next time I breathe fire, third degrees you'll acquire,
And, shortly thereafter, your whole team will expire!"
You don't frighten me, said Jack with a grin
As he unclipped a grenade and pulled out the pin
The team all scattered as Jack gave the word
But 30 seconds went by and nothing was heard
30 seconds later three heads popped up looking
just to see what Jack ... or OZ was cooking
It was a Mexican Stand off, sure enough
Between our fearless Jack and Oz, the tough!
With roaring flame, is Oz armed
From a grenade he escaped unharmed
Jack still stands, his position dire
Paces away from being ashes in fire!
SG-1 are wishing to help the colonel now
The question remaining, however, is how!
Yeah, how? I'm all out, even after that 'attempt'.
Teal'c grabbed his staff, and Sam her gun
They just couldn't let their boss get over done
"Wait!" cried danny as he ran to the fore
it was so easy, he should have thought of it before
With a wave and a flourish he did draw
his canteen and tossed it into the creature's maw
Oz gave a yelp and belched out some smoke
"Now look what you've done, you sgc folk!"
A wail was heard the hurt the ears,
Over the hill comes their worst fears,
A larger beast shouts, "Look what you've done1
You nasty beasts upset my baby son!"
"You impudent fools, that ain't playing fair!"
She shouted and grabbed dear old Dan by the hair.
"Now stand in the corner, with dunce's hat on!
You'll stay until a lesson you've won."
A singed exhaused Daniel well hickory smoked
turned to his friends and with hoarse voice croaked,
"Why are we here, for What are we looking?
I'd like to know before I end up cooking
as someones diner, or in someones pot
are we here for US or is this an NID plot?"
"I'm telling you," says Jack, "It somehow find,
That weasel Maybourne is again behind,
These stupid pots filled with Barney-like Dinos,
I soon will go wacko and maybe turn wino."
"We were sent," replied Sam, "to retrieve lost UAV's
but all we have run into is monsters and trees.
May we go home NOW, please!" cried Sam feeling sad
"Our intel is not accurate it's NID bad."
"Please,Jack! We'll debrief in an hour."
Sam briefly said, "Bad intel, sir, NID sour!
Monsters breathing fire, twenty feet tall,
when they walked the ground shook, but that's not all!"
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