A short parody poem about a certain OC.
R&R! PLEASE! I'm begging...
Saving the world one story at a time,
she gets every hero she wants,
dressed to the nines,
charming them; they fall one by one.
The perfect character,
the perfect person,
every would-be heroine trembles in her wake
or reacts stongly with the power to shun,
to fling the power of a thousand burning hot coals
at the one who would scorn her, steal her man.
She's so out of canon she might cause
mass deaths, or the story to explode, if she can.
But the male leads all think she's divine,
they're acting OOC, wishing it was true
that she was in the story.
We love you, Mary Sue!