
NOTES & DISCLAIMER: The ONLY contribution I'll EVER make to the rampant "Gambit The Love-God" genre. Bwah hah hah. Obviously the following has no continuity whatsoever and has a shaky structure in spots and is a touch old, but then again so is a lot of my stuff. (Bad writer! Lazy writer! Writer with bills to pay! ;) I hold no ill will towards the Cajun in question...my best buddy is a Gambit junkie and I just couldn't resist...
A child he guarded was Storm in disguise,
And when she returned to her goddessly size
He showed her a way to reward his good turns--
And spent a week nursing electrical burns.
He then turned his charms on the local T.K.,
A redheaded psychic who seemed easy prey.
He cornered her down in the hangar, first try...
Jean tested her theory that Cajuns can fly.
He picked a new target when back on the ground,
And Psylocke, at first, seemed to like him around.
But when he got grabby, she proved to him -- twice --
The knees of a ninja are swift and precise.
Though known to pursue every skirt he can see,
He certainly wouldn't molest Jubilee.
If ever he wavers, he's sobered up quick
By the gentle reminder of: "Watch it, bub--" =SNIKT!=
A Rogue for a rogue may this Gambit disarm
With a will like his own and a sly Southern charm.
She's "yes" and she's "no" and she's truly a test:
His luck with THIS lady is "touchy" at best...!
