Post by Yoshiko on Jan 7, 2008 20:59:47 GMT -5
Pardon my lateness. You've no clue how devastated I myself am at the time it took me to do this.
Things at home have been more than a little stressful. Life right now is in a precarious situation, and thus I've been having trouble with doing much of anything. But here you go. I hope you like it. It's the best I could do, really.
Ode to Electric
Once upon a time,
There was a girl sublime!
She was so unique,
And dressed very chic.
Her name, they say,
Was energetic.
Her name, they say,
Was electrifying.
Her name, they say,
Was (in fact) Electric.
This girl was fairly ordinary,
But without a pair of pants was she!
Searching and searching she went,
But to no avail,
All she did was fail.
In her house,
Up in the sky,
Even under the floorboards she pried!
All hope was lost, she thought.
Without pants she’d have to trod.
But she was not ready to give up yet!
“No,” Electric said as she crawled out of bed.
On a journey she’d go,
To the land of Pantsmo!
The land was full of pants,
And more than she could ever want.
Electric embarked on her journey,
Praying at pants altars,
Hoping the Pants Fairy would hear her plea.
She encountered many friends,
Made bargains to meet all ends.
She fell more than once, but rose again,
For she needed some pants,
Not only for her,
But for her plants.
“They’ll freeze without them!” she cried in dismay,
Electric thought she’d lost the day.
Pantsmo was too far for her to reach.
But her friends encouraged her past the beach,
The mountains,
The sand,
The sky!
“I’m so happy I think I’ll cry,” (said she!)
Thankful was she for her friends and foes,
All made on her way to Pantsmo.
But upon arriving there,
She fell again against thin air.
“I trip over things” she said sheepishly,
Laughing while brushing the dust from her hair.
Upon standing once more,
She came to see the Pants Store.
But alas!
Closed was it!
And sold out, and burned down to boot!
Tragedy hit hard,
And Mr. Lard,
Who owned the store,
Came to comfort Electric some more.
“Woe is me!” she cried again,
“I’ll be without pants until I be dead!”
But suddenly, up in the sky,
Came a laugh and a chuckle,
And never a cry.
“Worry not!” the Pants Fairy said
As he flew overhead.
And soon enough, for sure,
It rained pants forevermore.
Don't ask why it all revolved around pants. I don't even know.
But really, I hope you enjoyed it.
Things at home have been more than a little stressful. Life right now is in a precarious situation, and thus I've been having trouble with doing much of anything. But here you go. I hope you like it. It's the best I could do, really.
Ode to Electric
Once upon a time,
There was a girl sublime!
She was so unique,
And dressed very chic.
Her name, they say,
Was energetic.
Her name, they say,
Was electrifying.
Her name, they say,
Was (in fact) Electric.
This girl was fairly ordinary,
But without a pair of pants was she!
Searching and searching she went,
But to no avail,
All she did was fail.
In her house,
Up in the sky,
Even under the floorboards she pried!
All hope was lost, she thought.
Without pants she’d have to trod.
But she was not ready to give up yet!
“No,” Electric said as she crawled out of bed.
On a journey she’d go,
To the land of Pantsmo!
The land was full of pants,
And more than she could ever want.
Electric embarked on her journey,
Praying at pants altars,
Hoping the Pants Fairy would hear her plea.
She encountered many friends,
Made bargains to meet all ends.
She fell more than once, but rose again,
For she needed some pants,
Not only for her,
But for her plants.
“They’ll freeze without them!” she cried in dismay,
Electric thought she’d lost the day.
Pantsmo was too far for her to reach.
But her friends encouraged her past the beach,
The mountains,
The sand,
The sky!
“I’m so happy I think I’ll cry,” (said she!)
Thankful was she for her friends and foes,
All made on her way to Pantsmo.
But upon arriving there,
She fell again against thin air.
“I trip over things” she said sheepishly,
Laughing while brushing the dust from her hair.
Upon standing once more,
She came to see the Pants Store.
But alas!
Closed was it!
And sold out, and burned down to boot!
Tragedy hit hard,
And Mr. Lard,
Who owned the store,
Came to comfort Electric some more.
“Woe is me!” she cried again,
“I’ll be without pants until I be dead!”
But suddenly, up in the sky,
Came a laugh and a chuckle,
And never a cry.
“Worry not!” the Pants Fairy said
As he flew overhead.
And soon enough, for sure,
It rained pants forevermore.
Don't ask why it all revolved around pants. I don't even know.
But really, I hope you enjoyed it.
