Title: Born to be a leader

Author: Georgina Price AKA Hannurdock

Summary: About HIM of course! (A Poem)

Disclaimer: Belong to Cannell, blah, blah and hardy hah!

He wanders cooly over to the Big Man,
Asks him calmly if his mother was a man.
The Big Man growls and hits Hannibal fast
Hannibal reels but is determined to last

Another Big Guy with a Mohawk'd head
Tells his mate "That Big Dude's dead,
He shoulda left his ass in bed
He's gonna get it bad" BA said

BA's mate, a good lookin' fella
Says "That Big Dude, he is quite yella'
He'll be plucking feathers from his tum
Attacking Hannibal! He must be dumb!"

"No not dumb, a little out of his head"
A crazy voice, a man named Murdock said.
"Hannibal's the man, he'll have the last blow,
He'll strike hard, and high, and fast, and low"

"No, no Face, Murdock. He just an angry arse"
Face admits "Your right BA, tis quite a farce"
Hannibal delivers a quick uppercut
Follows through, with a HUGE headbutt

The Big Man reels, falls to his knees
All Hannibal see's is client fees ($$$$$)
As he knocks out the bigger man
BA shouts out "Way to go, Hann!"

Hannibal smirks and looks at the team
His smile, a grin, a white toothy beam
Until he hears the sirens afar
BA and Face run respectively to van and car

"Time to collect our fee" Hannibal speaks.
His ribs are gonna be hurting for weeks.
He looks upward, sees the sun burst through the bad weather
And says "I just love it when a plan comes together!"

Hannurdock (c) (VBG!)