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Charge of the Fan Girlies

By: jennengle
folder Poetry › Free Verse
Rating: Adult +
Chapters: 1
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Disclaimer: This is a work of poetry. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.

Charge of the Fan Girlies

1.

Half a page, half a page,

      Half a page onward,

All in the manner of Purple Prose

      Wrote the six hundred.

\"Forward the Fan Girlies!

\"Charge for the lemons!\" she said:

Into the pages of Purple Prose

      Wrote the six hundred.

2.

\"Forward the Fan Girlies!\"

Was there a w\'man dismay\'d?

Not tho\' the fan girls knew

      Someone had blunder\'d:

Their\'s only to make reply,

Their\'s always to reason why,

Their\'s but to write and sigh:

Into the reviews of Purple Prose

      Wrote the six hundred.

3.

Canon to the right of them,

Canon to the left of them,

Canon in front of them

      Flame\'d and Critique\'d;

Storm\'d at by grammar and spelling,

Boldly they wrote, wild and willing,

Into the jaws of Critisism,

Into the mouth of \'Plagerism\'

      Wrote the six hundred.


4.

Slash\'d all the characters into pairs,

Slash\'d with more partners than you\'d care,

Slashing the characters everywhere,

Shipping with the enemy, while

      All the world wonder\'d:

\'Don\'t you have something better to do

Than waste your time with smut and Mary Sue?

Warner bro. and Rowling

Will be around far longer than you\'

      Flattered yet sunder\'d

Then they wrote on, but not

      Not the six hundred.

5.

Canon to the right of them,

Canon to the left of them,

Canon in front of them

      Flame\'d and Critique\'d

Such a sad sad tale to tell:

While BNA rose and fell,

Not all that had written so well

Came thro\' the flames of Criticism

Back from the mouth of Plagerism.

This is all that was left of them,

      Left of six hundred.

6.

When can their glory fade?

O the wild stories they made!

      All the world wondered.

Honor the changes they made,

Honor the Poor Fan Girlies,

      Noble six hundred.