I am going to write a poem.
A poem I am going to write now.
I am going to write a poem.
And if you'll listen, I'll tell you how.
I type the buttons with little symbols,
And they begin to turn into words.
This poem is about the Hunger Games.
Listen, I know that it's absurd.
But hear me out.
*inhales*
I only read a chapter of Hunger Games.
I'm an expert, as you can see.
I read a chapter of Hunger Games,
And it was lame to me.
I hate the future. I hate romance.
I hate hunting and teenagers too.
Gladitorial combat? Not a chance!
This story is stinky poo.
Lord of the Flies meets the Giver,
Suzanne Collins! What have you done!
I will never forgive her for her crimes
Of making reading so unfun.
Harry Potter without the magic.
Percy Jackson without Percy.
All the love triangles without the good writing.
Oh Suzanne please have mercy!
*hyperventilates*
In the end someone kisses someone, I'm sure.
Cooties are the worst.
All those kissy sappy edgy saddy wordy words.
Make my stomach want to burst.
Beyblade and Hunger Games have the same plot.
If you think about it long enough.
I know it's crazy, but it's the truth.
Man, the truth is really tough.
Clearly you should agree with me.
After one chapter, I'm in expert in every way.
I am the ultimate fan of the Hunger Games series.
And you should listen to what I say.
I am going to write a poem.
A poem I am going to write now.
I am going to write a poem.
And if you'll listen, I'll tell you how.
This is a Hunger Games Fanfic.