Pointy-Haired Man,
A Poem
By The Mad Fangirl
(please, help me.)
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I've fallen in love with a pointy-haired man,
Not what I intended, not part of the plan.
I mean, girls and boys, put yourselves in my place --
Falling for a monkey-man from outer space?
But I'm a goner, I'm head over tail
For a fierce planet-killer that should be in jail.
I think that it hit me when he gave his all
To save everyone from that Majin beach ball.
So shining and golden, radiating light,
As he nobly self-sacrificed during the fight...
Of course that means that he's technically croaked,
But I've faith that my Saiyan boy will not stay smoked.
Soon I'll see how he comes back and...oh, bloody HFIL,
Cartoon Network's restarted to just after Cell.
Well, anyway, all the fanfic tells me
to have faith - he'll get back even if I don't see.
Vegeta, Vejita, Beijita, whatever.
I don't speak Japanese, and I'll probably never.
Well, hopefully he won't need a translation,
This proud monkey-prince of his simian nation
And, I mean, look at all of the choices I get,
With a guy who can switch off from blonde to brunette!
(Okay, so he blew up a planet or two -
If Bulma can stand that, I guess I can too.)
But, is it right? I mean, he's got a mate
Is this a lust that I should contemplate?
Take him away from his wife and his kids
To get my romantic dreams off the skids?
Heck yeah, I should - maybe I'll write her out
This is stuff that a writer can do stuff about.
(I'm a much better cook than that teal-headed hag,
So as far as that goes I've got this in the bag.)
'Cause I can't leave my feelings stuck on a shelf,
And his blue-haired old lady can go, well, you know.
With me he belongs,
And with me he shall be!
I'll just power up to Mary-Sue 3!
He's mine, I say, mine - what don't you get…
What do you mean, I'm becoming a threat?
Oh, wait, heh - hi Highness (so gorgeous and proud!)
I'm just here to - waaait, was all that out loud?
What? I'd never go near your wife or your kits.
(I know if I did, that you'd blast me to bits!
A gigantic ki blast, a personal blitz!)
So I think that I'll maybe be calling it quits…
I'll just sneak right on out of this here dimension
Just a drooling Fangirl, most unworthy of mention.
I'm leaving, I'm going, BUT I'M COMING BACK!
No, wait, Don't shoot me! Don't blast me! Don't - *ack*
.………
I tell you, these fangirls get worse all the time.
Kakkarott, could that one have been...speaking in rhyme?
A Poem
By The Mad Fangirl
(please, help me.)
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I've fallen in love with a pointy-haired man,
Not what I intended, not part of the plan.
I mean, girls and boys, put yourselves in my place --
Falling for a monkey-man from outer space?
But I'm a goner, I'm head over tail
For a fierce planet-killer that should be in jail.
I think that it hit me when he gave his all
To save everyone from that Majin beach ball.
So shining and golden, radiating light,
As he nobly self-sacrificed during the fight...
Of course that means that he's technically croaked,
But I've faith that my Saiyan boy will not stay smoked.
Soon I'll see how he comes back and...oh, bloody HFIL,
Cartoon Network's restarted to just after Cell.
Well, anyway, all the fanfic tells me
to have faith - he'll get back even if I don't see.
Vegeta, Vejita, Beijita, whatever.
I don't speak Japanese, and I'll probably never.
Well, hopefully he won't need a translation,
This proud monkey-prince of his simian nation
And, I mean, look at all of the choices I get,
With a guy who can switch off from blonde to brunette!
(Okay, so he blew up a planet or two -
If Bulma can stand that, I guess I can too.)
But, is it right? I mean, he's got a mate
Is this a lust that I should contemplate?
Take him away from his wife and his kids
To get my romantic dreams off the skids?
Heck yeah, I should - maybe I'll write her out
This is stuff that a writer can do stuff about.
(I'm a much better cook than that teal-headed hag,
So as far as that goes I've got this in the bag.)
'Cause I can't leave my feelings stuck on a shelf,
And his blue-haired old lady can go, well, you know.
With me he belongs,
And with me he shall be!
I'll just power up to Mary-Sue 3!
He's mine, I say, mine - what don't you get…
What do you mean, I'm becoming a threat?
Oh, wait, heh - hi Highness (so gorgeous and proud!)
I'm just here to - waaait, was all that out loud?
What? I'd never go near your wife or your kits.
(I know if I did, that you'd blast me to bits!
A gigantic ki blast, a personal blitz!)
So I think that I'll maybe be calling it quits…
I'll just sneak right on out of this here dimension
Just a drooling Fangirl, most unworthy of mention.
I'm leaving, I'm going, BUT I'M COMING BACK!
No, wait, Don't shoot me! Don't blast me! Don't - *ack*
.………
I tell you, these fangirls get worse all the time.
Kakkarott, could that one have been...speaking in rhyme?