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The Best Day of My Life

This isn't a one-shot or anything, but I wrote a poem not that long ago about the first time I saw Season 9 Episode 9 of The Simpsons (Lisa the Skeptic), and I felt like I had to put it on here. It was, truly, the best day of my life.

I woke up one morning on September Eight,
And I knew that today was going to be great.
There was nothing special about this particular date,
But something was going to happen, on September Eight.

The sun was shining, the flowers in bloom,
The birds sang harmonies which carried to my room.
I rose out of bed with a smile on my face,
For I knew an Event was bound to take place.

I leapt from my room and skipped down the hall,
Taking some care so that I would not fall.
I reached the kitchen to prepare some food,
A wonderful breakfast to mirror my mood.

Some fresh farmer's milk, some delicious toast,
But before I could eat, I, first and foremost,
Must gather the remote to turn on the TV,
The box with the screen that would entertain me.

I scrolled through the choices, and made some decisions,
At last I made it, made it to The Simpsons.
This misshapen family brings joy to us all,
With their screw-ups, mistakes, adventures, and close calls.

"Lisa the Skeptic" was this episode's name,
And I had a feeling it wouldn't be the same.
Something important was going to take place,
Something my mind would never erase.

I sat on the couch, eating my food,
And realized that Springfield was completely screwed.
A warning had come, to the Simpsons and friends,
That at sundown, the world would come to an end.

They gathered on the hilltop as the sun started to set,
As they knew that their time had not run out yet.
Ned Flanders offered to sing a hymn,
To give thanks to God, though their hope was slim.

Homer prepared for Heaven's bliss,
Lisa did not believe in this,
All of his fears Waylon Smithers did dismiss,
As he brought Burns closer- Hey, did they just kiss?!

I jump to my feet and pointed at the screen,
I gasped in shock at what I have seen!
For many months now I have been,
Waiting and waiting for such a scene!

All other thoughts and concerns aside,
I was filled with immense joy as I cried:
"YES!" I shrieked for the heavens to hear,
My shout of joy to reach every ear.

I turned from the TV and saw to my shock,
My mother's expression, hard as a rock.
She looked confused at my sudden outburst,
Like I was the strangest person in the universe.

Meanwhile, on the screen, the sun had set,
And it seemed like nothing had happened yet.
Then out of nowhere, a voice did call,
"Behold! The grand opening of the Heavenly Hills Mall!"

It seemed like the world was not doing to an end,
So the opening night the group did attend.
But Waylon's action Burns could not comprehend,
So an explanation for it Waylon did lend.

It was out of respect, and they were still friends,
At this, my level of joy threatened to descend,
But it had still happened, and that will amend,
My joy, that for one night, they had been more than friends.

My fingers lay on the piano keys,
As I played a song of celebration with ease.
My thoughts and feelings poured out into this song,
My immeasurable joy, which would last all day long.

I woke up one morning on September Eight,
And I knew that today was going to be great.
I knew I'd had, on this particular date,
The Best Day of My Life, on September Eight.