hi, i have nothing against twilight, just thought of this poem and thought id see what you all though, please comment.
twilight fan fiction should be a sin,
just as bella moping, should surely have been.
we sat there forced to watch her mope,
as we sympathise and nod that she cannot cope.
after all who surely cannot carry on,
without a man who in the sun shone.
i for a one would love the bling,
as this is surely the new in thing.
and her werewold mate who radiates heat,
a piece of him would be a real treat.
but in the romance you played your part,
you silly, ungrateful, little tart,
his love for you surrounded you,
and yet you hung on to something you dreamed true.
what tastey mortal would see you fit,
unless he wanted you out of your kit.
but as guys go there all the same,
drop you when you bring them shame.
a bite from him would bring you fame,
once the monster inside is finally tame.
and now you all shall finally see,
there is nothing left for her to be.
except a girl in a dream,
a dream in which will make you scream,
and beg, and plead and want no more,
you pregnant, ignorantlittle whore.