Disclaimer: I don't own The Rocky Horror Picture Show
A/N: This is where all the 'fanfic' poetry - as opposed to 'about fandom' poetry - goes. This chapter was originally posted at the beginning of the other poetry series.
Columbia:
You're like a fun sister, my love
Not delicate like a dove
The pink-dyed hair upon your head
Is certainly no natural red
A squeaking voice to shatter glass
That's your worst flaw, alas!
Though you do dance and smile
Cheering me for a while
Please don't get hurt by the boys
Frankie thinks you're a toy
And Eddie's definitely no gentleman
You shouldn't love him then
But it's actually you're own choice
I just think I'm reason's voice!
Anyway, like good picture shows
You've got highs and lows
Not everything about you is totally nice
Yet you've no real vice
Frank:
Frank N., dude, you're a total creep
You make me avoid sleep
Though I willingly live at the Frankenstein place
I fear to see your painted face
There's something else I never ever wish to see
Let's hope you're never in bed with me
You're like that Roman emperor who crossdressed
Though he actually did that a bit less
Frankie, honey, I really do NOT want to die
So I hate bad guys
Though one there is thing I'd really like to say
It's okay you're kinda gay
You help people accept themselves sexually
So they can be who they wanna be
But please please don't try getting it on with me
I'm already liberated, you see
Seeing you seduce earthlings got me into voyeur
Now I'm kinda scared
What you do to them looks somewhat mean
Ya dirty old queen!
Eddie:
First things first, you're totally swell
Your music really could sell
Columbia loves you though you're ugly
I've seen ya two get snugly
You'd be uncle if you weren't so young
And if older was music ya sung
Eddie, kiddo, I know you're quite keen
On being like James Dean
Though that's not gonna work, you see
He's not stupid as can be!
Not that we all mind you're lack of brains
That's better than being insane
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