The secret journals of Cheewy

Is there something unattractive about the name Cheewy?
Is there a reason why the damsels we save never notice my mane?
Does all my hair and my teeth make them go “Eeewy”?
Out in space they hate me but back home my lovely locks are my claim to fame.

On the ship it’s generally just me and Hans Solo
Cruising the universe and rescuing babes
When we get them on board we always look better than Apollo
Hans is such a pig, he’s just looking to get laid

This one princess named Laya I will never forget
She was royalty paired with a great big goof
Letting her get away was my biggest regret
One day I’ll marry her and murder Luke

Hans got Laya because he’s a weasel and I’m just to slow
Even when she tells him “I love you” all he can say is “ I know”

Cupcakes would have gone nicely with the coffee

See Pete was a one man show now.
He was the all time muti-tasker.
He sped down the road with his hand cannon in his lap
and a brick in the side seat driving recklessly so the silver ice on the horizon was just completely invisible.
With everything in motion Pete learned that trees don’t move
And seat belts are actually as important as they say they are.

BLACK

Pete went from pumping rose quartz to coolwater.
By the time the cruiser showed up with racing rubies on top the street was flooded with red velvet, mighty mauve, mushed peach parfait and diesel fuel.

The police reported back to the station, “Gayle we’re gonna need a ambulance quick, but some coffee quicker.”

Unwittingly Gayle went to the scene of her love.
She arrived and ran past the cops dropping the coffee and adding to the mess on the street.
Gayle lied over Pete with her tangerine hair and mermaid’s chest
It was the closest they would ever get again, one heartbeat to a failing one.

In a strained yet cool voice Pete asked, “What’s wrong Gayle?”

With a whimper all she could push out was, “They think I’m only a waitress”