Me: Hello readers!
Angel: Guess what day it is!
Me: It's a very important day, for all you clueless people! It's my best friend's birthday (The-incredible-flying-Ace)! Go tell her happy birthday… pleaseee…
Disclaimer: I own nothing but this poem.
Clueless, I rack my brain for inspiration
I scream and kick and curse the whole nation
But why? I should be doing homework.
This whole writing job has got me going berserk!
I don't do it for money or even donations.
Or really nice flowers like lilies or carnations.
No, I do it to stay calm and level-headed,
But all of these rhymes are what I've dreaded
But, for my friend I shall write this… thing
I hate to admit it but I would rather grow wings
Than come up with rhymes for this special day
I'll make her a sculpture of paper mache.
No, I'm just kidding, I'll have a great time
Hanging out with this friend of mine.
I have a theory about Fanfiction
All of us writers have a dangerous addiction
To NyQuil (Yes, I'm a Saint fan…)
So much that we cannot still
Our hyper brain that resembles mush
Outside the snow has turned to slush.
Winter will soon be here for a while
The season of cold, so harsh and hostile.
If she was a bird, she'd be a falcon, so brave
What I regret most is that I never forgave
The people that shaped me into who I am today.
Unknowingly they gave me friends
My buddies will follow me to the end.
We're both fans of a book called Maximum Ride
And when the fifth book ended we couldn't hide
The fact that James Patterson is amazing
Until the sixth book when we stopped praising
him for being such a dazzling writer
I wanted to introduce the sixth book to my lighter
What would posses him to write like that?
All the bubbly writing had just gone flat!
Sadly, we've reached the end of the race
Happy birthday, my friend, Ace
Me: I know I got into a bit of a personal rant, but whatever.
Angel: HAPPY BIRTHDAY, THE-INCREDIBLE-FLYING-ACE!
R&R