Oooh! Ooh! Ooh!
Can I do one? I know Bun-bun came back a long time ago, but I just thought of one!
Here goes ("Ode to Bun-bun's Return"): (Ahem...)
Now is the Winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this Bun of Pete
And all the clouds that lour'd upon our house
In the deep bosom of the ocean ((s) Unmoving) buried.
Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths
Our bruised arms hung up (literally chopped off (with a switchblade) and hung up - and not our armaments - our actual arms)
for monuments;
Our stern alarums chang'd to merry meetings
(and then changed back to frantic alarums, as in "Help, my spleen!"),
Our dreadful marches to frightful escapes.
Grim-visaged Bun hath smooth'd his wrinkled front (don't tell
him it's wrinkled...);
And now, instead of mounting bowed
Schlocksto fright the souls of fearful Telemarketers,--
He capers nimbly in a Sugarplum's
JaboozieTo the lascivious pleasing of a switchblade ...
OK, that's about as much as I can do and still live with my conscience.
And yes I know I'm months late, but that's just the way it is...