AN TRAGIC TAIL OF UNREQUITED LOVE
[[good goddess, I can't even look at this. VD BD GD DD ZD XD]]
Of course I can spell 'unrequited'. Drr. I looked it up specially for the perposterice poetry challenge.
This is a poem about love and broken hearts. warning! if you can't handle robots or clones or love or artsy poems, just click away. Hope you like it tho.
Servus Snape Once Loved a Woman With All His Hearts
Or, An Accusatory, Post-Mortem Love Letter to Maud Qghtblup
Oh he watched her sway like fat bottom bayobob trees (or is that fat top?)
and he knew that his objective was to please
to observe (and bake her cookies biscuits)
he couldn't help its
as each of his four mechanical hearts fell victim
to her fickle, well-fed whim
and the sway gurth mass wiggle sway of her
fat hippy wide meaty luxirient derrear
he lost the first at breakfast
when he served her cereal pancakes toast a repast (as he'd been engeered to do by the original snape)
the second at tea
though she paid no attention to the m&ms sugar violets that spelled out 'luv me'
the third went with a loud, squelching sigh
over a dinner of roast beasts and wine
the fourth went quietly when she patted him on the head and shut the door
half-eight half-seven seven thirty (just after dinner) saw him lying on the floor
puddles of potion and motor oil
leaking from his chest like... burst boils
his gears lost in a mire
of dark, denied desire
though he was made to serve
he was also a capable perv
but his mechanical hearts all crumbled from shock
and there also died his coin-operated co love.
omgsosad I'm gonna go watch OTH omg so hot. cheer me up-- R&RPLZ
Of course I can spell 'unrequited'. Drr. I looked it up specially for the perposterice poetry challenge.
This is a poem about love and broken hearts. warning! if you can't handle robots or clones or love or artsy poems, just click away. Hope you like it tho.
Servus Snape Once Loved a Woman With All His Hearts
Or, An Accusatory, Post-Mortem Love Letter to Maud Qghtblup
Oh he watched her sway like fat bottom bayobob trees (or is that fat top?)
and he knew that his objective was to please
to observe (and bake her cookies biscuits)
he couldn't help its
as each of his four mechanical hearts fell victim
to her fickle, well-fed whim
and the sway gurth mass wiggle sway of her
fat hippy wide meaty luxirient derrear
he lost the first at breakfast
when he served her cereal pancakes toast a repast (as he'd been engeered to do by the original snape)
the second at tea
though she paid no attention to the m&ms sugar violets that spelled out 'luv me'
the third went with a loud, squelching sigh
over a dinner of roast beasts and wine
the fourth went quietly when she patted him on the head and shut the door
half-eight half-seven seven thirty (just after dinner) saw him lying on the floor
puddles of potion and motor oil
leaking from his chest like... burst boils
his gears lost in a mire
of dark, denied desire
though he was made to serve
he was also a capable perv
but his mechanical hearts all crumbled from shock
and there also died his coin-operated co love.
omgsosad I'm gonna go watch OTH omg so hot. cheer me up-- R&RPLZ