We’ve watched this fight go on and on.
’till the funny jokes have all gone.
and a burnt out shell of ideas does remain.
And you may have thought it Hilari-
-us, To post that filk of Mario’s.
And attempt to break l.r.p drabble’s damaged brain,
But don’t you worry.
No more filks, and no more fighting
No more comments threads igniting.
Will nevermore come knocking on this door.
For when we nuke them all from orbit,
You won’t divide their bit from yourbit.
It’s the one true way that we’ll all be sure.
And they will all go together when they go,
What a comforting fact it is to know.
An inspiring achievement,
they will all go together when they go,
They will all filk together when they filk.
All their forced rhymes and stuff that’s off that ilk.
Any remaining ninties anthem
will be spared from being crapped-on,
And delivered to use wrapped in P.D. Silk.
Down by the old maelstrom,
There’ll be a storm before the calm.
And they will all go together when they go.
Ev’ry fail-wemic dressed in little bows.
When we nuke them all from orbit,
And forget this silly war shit,
they will all go together,
Yes they all will go together.
Yes, They will all go together when they go.