Mundane Girls & Fictitous Boys

[ Its been a year since I did Picture it and Write , I forgot how awesome it was. You should definitely check it out at :
http://ermiliablog.wordpress.com/category/picture-it-write/ ]

reading-in-the-forest

Us mundane girls
Fan-girl on cloud nine blessing authors towards heaven
Lock us up with your boys for minutes seven
Characters scrumptious like chocolate fountains
Flowing patiently down our marshmallow heads
All the wicked witty things they said
Squirm.

Us mundane girls
We get fluorescent high on our scenario worlds
Replace the fictitious boys’ girlfriends , ultimate solution
And pray that the boys don’t acquire Capgras delusion
Faces sculptured like Greek Gods , canvas on easel
Presenting plot twist , pop goes the weasel !
Dead.

Us mundane girls
Fan-bitch on earth condemning authors to hell
Murder our characters , you’ll murder us as well
Deserve eternal imprisonment
For the mass heartbreak you’ve caused
Only Game of Throne readers will move on and applaud
Remainder weaklings will seize and splatter
This better be a bloody cliffhanger .
Sequel.

~ by Spirited away on March 2, 2014.

4 Responses to “Mundane Girls & Fictitous Boys”

  1. This is really cool. I could imagine it as a song!

  2. Fantastic! What a lovely poem and so apt for all us ‘fan-girls’. Thanks for sharing!

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