A Lament for a SYD, A Poem Punk Maneuverability punkm@teleport.com Disclaimer: I'm really not that bright, so there's no way I could have possibly come up with The X-Files or Queequeg or Scully or Mulder or Clyde or Big Blue or the alligator or even the prop guy on my own. Chris Carter, 10-13 Productions and Fox are the ones who came up with those particular bright ideas. No infringement intended--I mean, let's be honest, I can barely tie my own shoes. Rating: G Classification: Poem Keywords: Queequeg, X-Ville Spoilers: Way back there--Quagmire, Clyde Bruckman's Final Repose, and War of the Coprophages (Spoilers only valid if you don't realize I'm joking.) Summary: A poem in honor of everyone's favorite SYD (Small Yappy Dog) Author's Note: I wrote this for the SYD X-Ville Memorial Ceremony, but thought I'd share the wealth with those of you can't attend. If you don't know what X-Ville is--just pretend it's a magical place where X-Philes are able to live without persecution and where no one asks the question--"So what's with that X in the window?" "A Lament for a SYD" Posted: 28. February 1997 Have I expressed your grief over Queequeg's death perfectly? A grief you thought singular and distinct? Put into words things you could only feel? Made a mockery of all you hold sacred? Offended you beyond belief? Driven you to drink? I refuse to take responsibility at punkm@teleport.com but I guess you could try. . . -==--==--==--==--==- A Lament for a SYD by Punk Maneuverability -==--==--==--==--==- A Lament for a SYD Small yappy dog, Why did you die? Too much noise on the set? You bit the prop guy? CC has been blamed, MP, DD and GA, But maybe the network Couldn't afford union pay. . . . Ruthless, they killed you, Without thought of the fans, And despite all resistance, Went ahead with their plans. -==--==-==- Scully got you from Clyde While working on a case. You were one hungry dog 'Till you ate your owner's face. Scully'd give you a bath In her white kitchen sink, But Mulder, with wrath, Would still insist that you stink. You were a nameless SYD. Some people called you Clyde. We learned your name--but comedy! In that same episode you died! Your time here was short, And your legs shorter still. But none of that matters To your fans here in X-Ville. How could life be so cruel? What a meaningless fate-- Our beloved Queequeg, Reduced to gator bait. -==--==--==--==--==- Thanks--lock the door on your way out punk m