La Belle Kara Sans Merci: A BSG Crack-Ballad
Not content with appalling the ghost of Sappho with my crackpoery, I must now make my apologies to Keats. What happens when you combine Keats' verse with "Unfinished Business"? A ballad about pilots that's become a bit more R rated than the original, that's what. This one is dedicated to my lovely f'list for digging lit geekouts -- I love you
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Why should I blame her that she filled my days
With misery, or that she would of late
Have taught to useless nuggets most violent ways
Or hurled the many beers upon the crew,
Had they but courage equal to desire?
What could have made her peaceful with a mind
That impulse made simple as a fire,
With beauty like a tightened bow, a kind
That is not natural in an age like this
Being blonde and boyish with a stern?
Why, what could she have done, being what she is?
Was there another Caprica for her to burn?
(I swear this was one of the first ones I saw :D )
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All day long and so much squee
and flailing done by thou and me
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