Okay, this is the first time I've ever ... filked, would you call it? I'm rising to a challenge (or sinking to one, depending on how you view the results) and posting this one and another one that I wrote the other night. The certain persons responsible for my questionable efforts shall remain nameless (much to their relief, I'm sure). Unless, of course, they continue to give me grief. In which case, I'll expose them to the world and then you can give *them* grief. (Insert diabolical laughter) Consider yourselves warned. As always, the "Forever Knight" television series and its characters are not mine. (Darn it!) I'm merely borrowing them for my own insane pleasure. Permission is granted to archive this story at Mel Moser's FK fanfic site and the FK ftp site. If anyone else would like it, by all means ask. Don't Rain on My Crusade (A filk) by Cindy Ingram February 1999 ===================================================================== Picture Nick singing this to the tune of "Don't Rain on My Parade" from the Barbra Streisand musical, "Funny Girl." ===================================================================== Don't tell me there's no cure: just live forever. It's out there, and I'll listen to you -- never! Don't bring around a cloud to rain on my crusade. Don't tell me not to try, I've simply got to. If someone has to die, it's me and not you! Who told you you're allowed to rain on my crusade? I'll drink my cow's blood, I'll try Nat's shakes. And if I throw up ... Another batch, please, Somehow I will make it. Oops, please! I guess I couldn't take it. But whether I'm a vamp of imperfection, Or the greatest thing in homicide detection, A killer, or the Knight who always saves the day ... I've gotta try once. (I wanna die once) Only can fry once, Right, sir? But, Nat is juicy. Juicy, and you see, I've gotta have my bite, sir! Mor-tality is there, and I will have it. Lacroix is on a tear; that's force of habit. Don't bring around a cloud to rain on my crusade! La-croix just won't un-der-stand. That's why I'm so un-der-hand, A-bout my plans to be cured, O-ther-wise I would be skewered. I spend de-cades on the lam, Unlife is just a big sham! Hey, Mister LC!!! Here I aaaaam!!!!! (na-na-na-na-na-na) I'll drink my coooow's blood, I'll try Nat's shakes! And if I throoow up ... Another batch, please, Somehow I will make it. Oops, please! I guess I couldn't take it. Mor-tality is there, and I will have it! Lacroix is on a tear; that's force of habit. Oh, nooo-body but my mas-ter ... would want to ... rain on my ... cruuuusaaaaade!!!! Comments, complaints and lavish words of praise to: "Cindy Ingram" ======================================================== My FK fiction page: http://people.mn.mediaone.net/nancykam/cific.html ======================================================== What's another word for thesaurus? ("Say good Knight, Gracie." -- G. Burns)