Subject: *applauds*
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Posted on: 2009-12-24 05:58:00 UTC
That was total awesomesauce! The poem was cute and funny at the same time with PPC holiday spirit! *tosses around snowflake confetti*
Subject: *applauds*
Author:
Posted on: 2009-12-24 05:58:00 UTC
That was total awesomesauce! The poem was cute and funny at the same time with PPC holiday spirit! *tosses around snowflake confetti*
Since the filking thread fell off the front page, I don't mind sharing this here. It's more of a story in poem-form than a song anyway. Just a bit of fluff for the season.
~*~
'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through HQ,
Urple holiday fluff-fics filled everyone's queue.
The agents were sent on their missions by pair,
Without hope that any Directors would care.
While Mary-Sues died upon swift arrow-heads,
Assassins despairéd of sleeping in beds.
Bad Slashers took buddies from each other's lap
And stoic Floaters put up with all manner of crap.
In PPC HQ, no holidays matter,
Except for the sugary Suethorish chatter.
Mistletoe's just an excuse for Bad Slash,
And lights, snow, and gifts come in colors that clash.
But down in the Nurs'ry little faces still glow
As a hope and a dream unabated doth grow.
The children of HQ believe still in cheer,
Even more so this even as Christmas draws near.
Though born most of Mpreg and rapefic and squick,
Even so all the little ones dream of St. Nick.
Father Christmas, or Santa, whatever the name,
On this night the glad man in red really came!
Or someone, at least, to the little ones' den
Came dressed all as red as an editor's pen.
His face was unbearded, he was wiry and tall,
And perhaps might have wished not to be there at all.
And yet on his thin lips a smile he did try,
And a glimmer of kindness appeared in his eye.
"Now, Spencer, now Andy, and Galeya, too,
And Marsha, and Henry, and Molly: for you!"
As he named them they gathered and looked for the proof
That this stranger was more than a holiday spoof.
When out from behind him came carefully 'round
The strangest of reindeer that e'er could be found.
His fur was all blue from his head to his foot,
And eye-stalks not horns on his head had their root.
Two sacks full of toys he had slung on his back,
And nervous he looked as St. Nick did unpack.
But the toys from within made the children all merry;
Their blue deer forgave they for being so wary.
Their gratitude ample their faces did show,
And lit all the Nurs'ry about with a glow.
After all the first gifts did the odd pair bequeath,
The Christmas Tree left they the others beneath.
The wrappings were pine-green or bright red like jelly,
And the ribbons were latticed like snowflake cancelli.
The makeshift reindeer and his would-be red elf
Left each of the children to his- or herself.
"Merry Christmas; goodbye, now," their Santa Claus said,
And off through the hallways of Headquarters sped.
Soon after, in FicPsych, not spared from her work,
Jenni Robinson greeted the two with a smirk.
"It went off as plannéd, though not as I chose,"
Supernumer'ry said with an eyebrow that rose.
"His holiday spirit is truly abyssal,"
said Jenni to Ilraen, with a smile of dismissal.
"But never you mind that—you two did just right,
Bringing Christmas to all HQ's children tonight!"
~*~
The kids' names were chosen to fit the meter from the list on the Nursery page on the Wiki. The rhyme scheme is the same as the original poem, which was quite a challenge at times. For one thing, I'm aware that "merry" and "wary" aren't necessarily a true rhyme. Maybe I'll think of something better later. {= )
~Neshomeh
Fangirls who are sugar high
L33tly ‘Sueing o’er the Pit
To our concrit they reply:
“ If u dont liek, dont reed it!!!!”
Spo-o-o-o-o-o
o-o-o-o-o
o-o-o-o-o-orking
By Tolkien, we charge thee!
Spo-o-o-o-o-o
o-o-o-o-o
o-o-o-o-o-orking
Veni, vidi, vici!
Suethors, why debauchery?
Why the canons’ angst prolong?
Ruthless is our mockery
So, get Spock out of that thong!
Spo-o-o-o-o-o
o-o-o-o-o
o-o-o-o-o-orking
Sue’s a peerless fighter?
Spo-o-o-o-o-o
o-o-o-o-o
o-o-o-o-o-orking
With our logic smite her!
Come to us, the PPC
If Sparrow has One True Love
Bad slash? –Not in our RC!
Commas, pelt her from above!
Spo-o-o-o-o-o
o-o-o-o-o
o-o-o-o-o-orking
Will’s tears are not crystals!
Spo-o-o-o-o-o
o-o-o-o-o
o-o-o-o-o-orking
Meet our pair of pistols!
Sue in Frodo’s bed has laid
Her, canons are forced to praise
O Eru, lend us your aid
While we bows and arrows raise!
Spo-o-o-o-o-o
o-o-o-o-o
o-o-o-o-o-orking
So, think you’re immortal?
Spo-o-o-o-o-o
o-o-o-o-o
o-o-o-o-o-orking
Tell that to the Void portal!
I tried to sing it out loud, but I kept cracking up. 'Tis very well done. I especially laughed at the "Will's tears are not crystals! ... Meet our pair of pistols!"
I almost said "sweet," but that wouldn't have been appropriate, given the title. *g*
Yay, another one for the Songbook! (And I'm gonna add those ones from you LJ, too. Don't know how those've slipped for so long.)
~Neshomeh
Excellent work, you did a great job here. ^^
That was unbelievably cute and fluffy and made me squee loudly at the adorableness. Excellently done, Neshie. =D
Poor Nume having to play Santa. He did a great job, though. XD And Ilraen's sweet as ever.
*applause*
Aww that was so sweet! And good work making a poem that didn't crash and burn like so many of mine.
Brilliant poem Neshomeh.
That was total awesomesauce! The poem was cute and funny at the same time with PPC holiday spirit! *tosses around snowflake confetti*