A gift for Miss Murchison (warning---bad poetry alert!)

[revdorothyl]

Following up on a conversation with missmurchison this afternoon about her Buffy-Spike-Angel threesome fics -- and with a shout-out to Alton Brown of "Good Eats!" -- I offer this modest proposal in mangled verse:


There are some things that don't really mix,
Like vampires and sharp wooden sticks --
That's how it is now and ever has been.
Angel and Buffy have felt a compulsion
To mate, but their love needs emulsion --
To their mayonnaise, Spike's lecithin!

On their own, oil and lemon add flavor,
And combined, they've a tang that we savor,
Though their union seems doomed not to last.
Now, the brooding and drama and fighting
Of the B/A were always exciting
. . . and short-lived! But that's all in the past.

Spike began as a vampire Sid Vicious,
But he stuck (like dried egg yolk on dishes!),
And his ending should not be insipid.
Let a lasting relationship form
Among three heroes (two cold, and one warm),
With Spike's 'egg yolk' the key phospholipid!


I hope you like it, Miss M!

I'll start trying to think up a rhyme for "flying buttresses" next.

P.S. -- For more on lipid molecules and chemical bonds (comprehensible even to those of us who never got beyond high school science) plus a very nice mayonnaise recipe thrown in, check out this college biology course website: http://biology.clc.uc.edu/courses/bio104/lipids.htm

Comments

[missmurchison.livejournal.com]

Spike began as a vampire Sid Vicious,
But he stuck (like dried egg yolk on dishes!).

Has there ever been such a metaphor?

Perfect and inspiring! And I know Spike would be in awe of any woman who could rhyme "pospholipid."

We will get to work on the next chapter post haste.

[shaddyr]

Oh my GOD!

That was just... I. Have. No. Words.

But, William. I am quite certain that William would love it. Be really shocked at the content, mind, but love it nonetheless.

::snicker::

Alton Brown! I love him!

You really are quite brilliant and twisted.

[gobi-rex.livejournal.com]

I see that we watched the same program yesterday night, after Angel. I love how Alton Brown explains all the scientific details in gastronomical science. It's one of my favorite shows on the food network.

The poem is wonderful. It sounds very much like something William would have composed.

[herself_nyc]

You are a genius.

[eva-mac.livejournal.com]

Followed a link in herself's journal, and haven't stopped giggling since. Ingenious. And damn funny.

[romanyg.livejournal.com]

I'm here via herself as well. Hee! As wonderful a metaphor for B/S/A that I've ever seen. Spike as phospholipid...ack! now that image is stuck in my head! But in a good way. *g*

Bwahahaha, funny

[dodyskin.livejournal.com]

flying buttresses, hmm, mistress, huntress, fortress, none really go

::strains to remember books from childhood::

I do not like this Angel man
I do not like him Sam I am

I do not like him when he broods
I do not like his silly moods

would you like him if he grinned?
would you like him flayed and skinned?

I do not like him on this day
I did not like him yesterday

would you like him now and then?
would you like him bedridden?

I do not like his leather coat
it is as bent as a nine bob note

would you like him in a suit?
would you like the big galoot?

I do not like his poofy hair
I do not like his evil lair

would you like his shiny head?
would you like a crypt instead?

I do not like this Angel man
I do not like him Sam I am
But it seems I am a yolk
And he may be a decent bloke