Ahem.

In the honour of the up-coming holiday, I give to you, "Jingle Bells" the Dark Rider way....

Dark riders, dark riders, culling all the way
Sent out to storm Akkaba, for Tyler's had his day-ay
Dark riders, dark riders, culling all the way
Tyler wants to become Poccy, forgets his dad is Naaate

Dashing through the sand,
Their weapons sharp and bright
Innocence will fall
To feed his beastly life

Blades on bones, they ring
Racous is the fight
Oh, what fun it is to kill
and scream their epitaphs toniiight

Ooooooh, Dark riders, dark riders, culling all the way
Sent out to storm Akkaba, for Tyler's had his day-ay
Dark riders, dark riders, culling all the way
Tyler wants to become Poccy, forgets his dad is Naaate

Oh, and...

also, I give you, Jane Wiedlin's KissProof World, re-written to mock Marvel....

Plot-Proof World

Comics were once so full
Of people connected in-between
Panels and storylines
They seemed not quite extreme

But then there were these new
Writers who thought that they were cool
Fucked all the history buffs
They fragmented the truth
-- too much

We are lost, the plot is sunk
Every line of coke he's drunk
It's a plot-proof world
Grab your fetish, change your race
Canon is so out of place
It's a plot-proof world

Executives favour the bottom line
They don't give a crap about logic
Dropping the titles down
Into mutlitated trips

We are lost, the plot is sunk
Every line of coke he's drunk
It's a plot-proof world
Grab your fetish, change your race
Canon is so out of place
It's a plot-proof world

Out of character devices
Gets us the new readers--right?
For the profit, there's a blight
Keeping all those plots in line
Wouldn't help us make a dime
Let's screw it