FILK: Please Write Rowling (Slight TBAY)
Meg Demeranville
mdemeran at hotmail.com
Sun Dec 8 06:24:27 UTC 2002
No: HPFGUIDX 47936
Scene: Midnight in George's Tavern. A slightly bedraggled, very
exhausted woman climbed on stage. Looking around at all of the
discussions going on in the tavern, she tapped lightly on the
microphone. A hush fell over the crowd as they took in the sight that
met their eyes. Ponytails, an ink stain on her cheek, scrubs and tennis
shoes were not typically seen so late in the evening around these parts.
Rather, it looked like the person on stage had just rolled out of bed.
She began to speak:
"Hi! My name is Meg and I have a song for you all tonight. You see, my
dad's favorite song is Goodnight Irene. I learned it when I was very
small. The other day I came across a version by Jimmy Buffett. Maybe it
was the lack of sleep. Maybe it was the impending final. I'm not sure.
But I felt inspired. So sit back, relax, and enjoy. I call it 'Please
write Rowling'".
Rowling please write, Rowling please write
Please write Rowling, Please write Rowling
We will never see book 5 it seems
Last summer we were promised
Order of the Phoenix we were to get
Now, it's two years later
And we are all about to have a fit
Rowling please write, Rowling please write
Please write Rowling, Please write Rowling
We'll never see book 5 it seems
Some of us live in the England
Some of us live in the States
Some of us have gotten the notion
In book five Harry goes on dates
Rowling please write, Rowling please write
Please write Rowling, Please write Rowling
We'll never see book 5 it seems
Last night as I sat rereading
As I lay across my bed
Last night I had this nightmare, oh god
I dreamed Harry was dead
Rowling please write, Rowling please write
Please write Rowling, Please write Rowling
We'll never see book 5 it seems
Rowling please write, Rowling please write
Please write Rowling, Please write Rowling
We'll never see book 5 it seems
Trailing off, she stepped back from the microphone and off the stage.
Oblivious to the people around her who were still staring at her, she
walked out of the bar and disappeared into the night
Meg -- (who really should be studying for her finals instead of being
inspired, but what can you do?)
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