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| Lament to Greenleaves, the MST | |
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| Maevainwen Adaniel | Dec 16 2010, 02:39 AM Post #1 |
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Review here Title: Lament to Greenleaves the MST Author: Maevainwen Adaniel Rating: K Genre: MST, Humor Text it is based on: Lament to Greenleaves by Lutha-Gwend Characters: Maevainwen and fellow sporkers. Summary: A crappy Poem Warnings: Bad poetry and plagerism. Bob wandered into the kitchen about a fortnight after the team had finished ‘Clocks’. He stole the coffee from a half-asleep Jareth, who protested half heartedly. “My friends,” he boomed, making everyone jolt awake, “I have a poem for you to spork.” A grin crept over his face. “Go boil ya head.” Was Mae’s mumbled response and she stole Jareth’s coffee from Bob, gulping it down. Bob growled and poured himself a new coffee. “Get to the theatre. Now.” He said, waving them out the door. They trapsed into the theatre, huddling together at the front of the theatre. The words began scrolling slowly down the screen. Lament to Greenleaves! Erestor: To who? Mae: Greenleaves. Erestor: Yes, Mae. But who is Greenleaves? Mae: Dunno…green leaves? *throws her empty coffee cup at the screen* Erestor: *facepalms* A/N: Jareth: Oh gods…I hate Authors notes This is a song dedicated to Legolas Greenleaf. Jar Jar: *twitches* Hesa’s name not Legolas Greenleaf. It’s Legolas Thranduillion. Erestor: Legolas means Greenleaf. Why can’t these authors understand that? Mae: Song? Oh dear God no…not a song *starts twitching* It goes to the tune of Greensleves by Henry 8th. Mae: OI! That’s King Henry the 8th to you, dipshit *glares* Also it makes some reference to Elawen's story Beyond a star, Mae: Another sue? so if there are some things you do not understand then you must read, read, read! Jar Jar: No, no, no! Disclaimer: We do not own the song just the lyrics preciousssssss, Erestor: Turning into Gollum, are we? Jareth: Thanks, Erestor so please no flames! They only give me 3rd degree burns! Jareth: HA good. How many 3rd degree burns does it take to kill someone? Mae: Hmmm...*thinks* a few ![]() Erestor: How many flames can you send to the one fic? Jar Jar: *opens the laptop* Bob: *over the loudspeaker* GUNGAN! DROP THE LAPTOP! Jar Jar: AAARRRRGGGGHHHHHHH! *drops the laptop**A scratchy rendition of the tune ‘Greensleeves’ begins playing* Bob: *over the loudspeaker* Sorry about the quality of the music, but my orcs aren’t very good at the violin and piano. All: *groan* Alas my elf You do me wrong To go off with the fellowship All: *cover their ears to block out the screechy singing* Mae: *sings* Alas, my Suethor you’ve killed my brain We’ll lock you up for eternity. Jareth: Heyyy…niice, Mae Mae: *grins, then winces at a particularly screechy violin note* When I have loved you so long From Lim Sirair and beyond Erestor: *sings* And torture you to hell and beyond We’ll shove bamboo stakes through your veins. Mae: Hey, you sing well when you’re not drunk! Erestor: *whacks Mae* Mae: *sulks* that was meant to be a compliment… Greenleaves I love you so Greenleaves you're my delight Jareth: *singing* Suethor, we’ll smash you with Grond Suethor, you are my bane *beat* Hey! She kind of stole an original line. Erestor: PLAGERY!! Mae: I’ma call King Henry *glowers* Jar Jar: Mae? Hesa dead. Mae: I have my ways... Greenleaves you're my tree of gold And who but my Elven Prince Jar Jar: *sings* Suethor, we’ll rip out your heart And feed it to the Nazgul. Erestor: *beat* her last line didn’t even rhyme... Mae: Well, neither did ours Jareth: at least ours was appropriate... Jar Jar: *looks back over the ‘poem’ heyy, shesa stole more than one line! Mae: *is on the phone* Hey BOB! Please fix the connection...I can’t hear what his Majesty is saying. Bob: *sighs* Why are you on the phone? Mae: Making a haunting appointment. *hangs up* Bob: Well, that’s all for today. All: *cheer* Bob: Tomorrow, however… *All groan and exit the theatre* |
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