Wolf Withdrawal

by Rhetta

It's about the healthy addiction to a certain Wolf.

I broke my VCR today

During one of Wolf's AROOOO-ings

I never knew the price I'd pay

For those repeated viewings

To work again it never would

I could tell that from the first look

My only thought as I quickly stood?

Oh Cripes! Where's the book?

I'm addicted to a Wolf -slash- Man

A fact it's plain to see

I'm enamored of his romantic plan

To find his poor heart's ease

I'm obsessed with the Wolfie things he does

The way he scratches his brow

I get a thrill with every grin

A jolt with every growl

I could speak for hours about his smile

And of his sultry stare

I could tell you of his dashing style

Or of his loving care

We could sit and share some tea

And contentment we would find

We'd laugh and talk about the 

Of course I wouldn't mind

To tell you of my favorite line

Well, that would be quite rough

I'd scratch my brow as if in sign

And follow with huff puff!'

There's when he rescues his dreamy creamy girl

Ignoring her rants and ravings

For he just knew he'd one day win his pearl

I mean, due to his multiple savings

Love of my life, he would exclaim

Let down your lustrous curls

Dear aren't you glad I came?

For you I'd cross through worlds

I give my solemn Wolfie word

You'll never come to harm

I wonder darling if you've heard

You have substantial charm?

We'd weep for him in Kissingtown

As his broken heart hit the floor

And when Virginia let him down

We'd see it shatter to it's core

Of when they played that yummy game

That fabled hide-and-seek

I don't think we'll ever be the same

Frankly, I'm still weak!

The noble struggle of our gourmand

On who we're all so hooked

We'd discuss his craving to be a better 

Or how rare implies dangerously cooked'

Of all these things we could wax rhapsodical

We're all craving more

To be thorough we could get methodical

And delve into Simon's lore

But what about our family and friends

I bet their awfully lonely

Even though we meant no offense

Just indulging in if only...

They're bound to see it another way

Another fact that's plain

They'll think we're well, not okay

Or just a touch insane

When we spend these hours on the net

Talking to our new friends

I wonder if they'll ever get

The pleasure to us it sends

To know on this we aren't alone

Not just one crazy loon

That if we ALL pick up the phone

They'll make a sequel...soon