(Okay, the title sucks, but I've never been any good at coming up with titles...)
Rating: PG (if that)
Category: Poetry
Summary: It's about Harvey and it's a poem.
Disclaimer: I don't own them. I wish I did, but sadly, Jim Henson refused to sell them to me for a handful of pencil sketches of the crew, a stack of soundtrack CDs, and a 4 year old IBM Aptiva computer...

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Harvey the clone rummaged about in John's mind,
Poking and probing to see what he could find.
Searching for the info his alter ego sought,
And incidently learning what Crichton thought.

Old movies, TV shows, books, pop-culture references
He did find assualting his delicate senses.
But of the wormhole info he did seek,
Not a glimpse did he peek.

John Wayne, Kung Fu, Yoda and more,
Harvey waded through, to the mind's core.
In John's subconscious, the info did hide,
And Harvey now burrowed his way inside.

Equations, uses and dangers galore--
For wormholes can be so much more
Than just a way from place to place,
A weapon also to destroy a race.

And now time to turn over the info came,
And Harvey did so, though Scorpy was to blame.
But John found after the chip was gone,
That something, somehow, had gone wrong.

And Harvey in his head remained,
Now John wondered if he was still sane.
But thanks to Stark's useful advice,
Harvey was controlled, sometimes even nice.

And the clone was at John's beck and call,
Much to Harvey's eternal gall.
But a more agreeable arrangement was found,
In the dumpster Harvey was no longer bound.

His advice John did on occasion seek,
To get him out of the mess he was in that week.
And then came that fateful twinning,
Two Crichtons, two clones, and new plots spinning.

One clone on Dam-ba-da did meet his fate,
Destroyed by John's fear and Harvey's own hate.
The other on Moya does still remain
John's constant companion and sometimes bane.