I wrote this during study hall one day. I was bored, what can I say? See,
I've been writing a fanfic for the past year or so. I've slacked off
lately, but still it's really long. This is my little response to my
friends' complaints.
Me & My Plot Bunny
When study hall gets really boring
And everybody else is snoring
I take my special fanfic pen
And then it starts all over again.
I hear a chitter, then a squeak
It takes a cautious little leap.
Gets me wonderin' more and more
'Bout that thing outside the door.
A furry head peeks 'round the frame
And asks me for my fanfic name.
"Uh, Jadia," I reply in shock
And then the something starts to talk.
"I'm a plot bunny, I think you know.
Inside your head my plot will grow.
Her name is Sabé; she's the girl.
She meets a guy, then in a whirl
They fall in love, but destiny
Will take the very best you see.
Everything's turned upside down
It'll make you smile, laugh, cry, and frown.
It's full of angst and romance too,
Then there's humor. Get my clue?
Jedi, Sith, I swear they're real!
So whaddya say? We got a deal?"
I sat and thought real hard, it's true,
And when I saw her eyes I knew
This story was a part of me
I'd write for all the world to see.
I smiled wide, uncapped my pen,
And then I cried, "Oh let's begin!"
She hopped right up and settled down
On my lap, an orange-clad mound.
Ever since that fateful day,
We've been writing things her way.
When Obi dies, it ain't my fault!
It's all on her, for should I halt,
She will too with her plot lines
The bunny is the tie that binds.
If I quit, the feeling gnaws,
She holds it all in fuzzy paws.
"You've been writing a whole year!"
But things take time, especially this,
For if I hurry, things I'll miss.
This isn't just a boring task
It'll help you look behind the mask
That I hold up to help me hide
All I'm feeling deep inside.
Just look at Sabé and you'll see
That she is truly all of me.
Dat's da end, there ain't no more
Hope you had fun. Was I a bore?
Just a quick note, I have too many nicknames, and Jadia is one of them. Every couple of months my wonderful endearing friends think up a new one for me. Some of them make me wonder about them. How could someone end up being called Granny? I don't drive that slow. Go figure.
Me & My Plot Bunny
When study hall gets really boring
And everybody else is snoring
I take my special fanfic pen
And then it starts all over again.
I hear a chitter, then a squeak
It takes a cautious little leap.
Gets me wonderin' more and more
'Bout that thing outside the door.
A furry head peeks 'round the frame
And asks me for my fanfic name.
"Uh, Jadia," I reply in shock
And then the something starts to talk.
"I'm a plot bunny, I think you know.
Inside your head my plot will grow.
Her name is Sabé; she's the girl.
She meets a guy, then in a whirl
They fall in love, but destiny
Will take the very best you see.
Everything's turned upside down
It'll make you smile, laugh, cry, and frown.
It's full of angst and romance too,
Then there's humor. Get my clue?
Jedi, Sith, I swear they're real!
So whaddya say? We got a deal?"
I sat and thought real hard, it's true,
And when I saw her eyes I knew
This story was a part of me
I'd write for all the world to see.
I smiled wide, uncapped my pen,
And then I cried, "Oh let's begin!"
She hopped right up and settled down
On my lap, an orange-clad mound.
Ever since that fateful day,
We've been writing things her way.
When Obi dies, it ain't my fault!
It's all on her, for should I halt,
She will too with her plot lines
The bunny is the tie that binds.
If I quit, the feeling gnaws,
She holds it all in fuzzy paws.
"You've been writing a whole year!"
But things take time, especially this,
For if I hurry, things I'll miss.
This isn't just a boring task
It'll help you look behind the mask
That I hold up to help me hide
All I'm feeling deep inside.
Just look at Sabé and you'll see
That she is truly all of me.
Dat's da end, there ain't no more
Hope you had fun. Was I a bore?
Just a quick note, I have too many nicknames, and Jadia is one of them. Every couple of months my wonderful endearing friends think up a new one for me. Some of them make me wonder about them. How could someone end up being called Granny? I don't drive that slow. Go figure.