His chin on his master's knee, "Master," Fox said,
"I need to confess all this stuff in my head."
"Slave?" Skinner queried and put down his book
Giving his slave an assessing look.
"Assume the position," he said, "and then speak."
Fox did as bid and then said in voice meek,
"I'm feeling quite antsy and rather dejected.
I've nothing to do. I feel sad and neglected.
Our author has left us alone far too long
And I'm trying hard to be patient and strong
But since I've been branded, I've had naught to do,
Though I know peace and quiet is quite fine by you.
But I thrive on action and I am afraid,
That I'll do something silly unless I am made
To somehow keep busy. But no ironing please!
And by the way did you know Wanda has fleas?
Just kidding," he sniggered. And Walter said, "Well,
That's earned you one swat! Is there more to tell?"
Fox shook his head. "No, that's basically it.
I think that our author's a bit of a shit
Because where before it was us in her head
All the time, now it's full of this Leo and Jed,
Some president guy and his friend. I'm not lying!
And they are as much fun as watching paint drying!
And how I resent her for leaving us thus
It's enough to make me want to throw things and cuss!
And so I need something to take my mind off her
And I am sure, Master you'll make me an offer
Like, of a sound paddling, that ought to do it
Although I'm sure at some point I'll prob'ly rue it!
But please, Master heed me." And then he just waited
While Skinner just watched him and deliberated.
"I'm sorry, Slave," finally he said and he sighed.
"You are not the only one dissatisfied.
There's more to our story. Our author's just slack
But I'm sure that 'I' can get YOU back on track.
We'll go to the playroom. Rise now," he decreed.
"We'll stay there until more is written. Agreed?"
Fox rose with a happy smile. "I love you, Master.
Do you think this will get her to write any faster?"
"No, I doubt that, Sweetheart," Skinner replied,
"But we'll have fun waiting!" His arms opened wide
And Fox stepped into them already erect.
But Skinner's next words had a damp'ning effect.
"I'll get out the bullwhip!" Mulder's face whitened.
He stood very still as his Master's arms tightened.
Then Skinner released him, laughed loudly then glared,
"No more Wanda jokes!" he sternly declared.
"No, Master," Fox said and they headed upstairs
To play and have fun and forget all their cares
Till their Mistress Xanthe does deign to complete
Their story with ending that's sappy and sweet!
 

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