Ode to Sandy Places In the Soul Ch. 1
by the Mad Poetess (rated ohpleaseit'safriggingsonnet)
The thought of Xander, even with no Spike
But mushy angst with Giles to tide us o'er,
Has pulled my head down off its lonely pike
And turned me once again to feedback-whore.
And so, for James and Wolfling, who are gods,
I spew a sonnet somewhat less than great,
Considering that I'm a silly sod
Who hasn't spewed since nineteen ninety-eight.
On this, the hallowed morn of Season Five,
When everyone with brains is still asleep,
The only thing that's keeping me alive
Is watching Xander snuggle Giles and weep.
With comfort, hurt, and promised slashy smut--
You did-- you told me NC-17--
You've dragged me from my just-post-writing rut,
Especially with the lovely Larry scene.
I promise chocolate, which I hope you'll like,
If you'll give me: more Spike, more Spike, more Spike!
(I did say it has too many quatrains...)