Let's MST: ...I can't even begin to guess... *MILD SLASH WARNING*

Welcome all, this is my first attempt at this whole Liveblog thing, so don't be too yelly at me if I do things wrongly.

My first MSTing is an Harry Potter poem by an author named Ms. Rein . Saying anymore would spoil the surprise. : ) Btw, This uses the MST 3 K characters as the riffers.

With out further ado, let's begin.

Pleased

By Ms. Rien

Here we are! The lovely poem of Princess and Draco and his wish to marry a certain Weasly farmer.

TOM: But the Princess wanted to marry the biker, but the biker wanted to marry the cheerleader and…

Walloo:

CROW: Isn’t that a search engine?

MIKE: That’s *Yahoo*, Crow.

There once lived a Princess, high up in a tree.

His name was Draco he was pretty as can be.

TOM: Gentlemen, prepare for Mr. B Natural, Part 2.

MIKE: Mr. Who?

TOM [to MIKE]: I’ll explain later.

He waited and waited, high up in a tree

Saying: "Prince Prince, come find me!"

CROW [Draco]: I’ll take any Artists Once Formally Known as Princes too!!

But winter, summer spring all passed.

And atutmn leaves brought no one fast.

Pompous, pretty Draco waited year after year.

And no one came, tear after tear.

TOM: As he drowned his sorrows, beer after beer.

Until his mother said,

CROW [mom]: Get to the store and buy me a pack of smokes!!

"Lucius dear, our son/daughter is not happy at all.

MIKE: Well, it sure doesn’t help that you keep confusing its gender.

If we are to wait too long, our princess shall fall."

Lucius grunted and watched her plead.

Then finally decided to get on his steed,

CROW: To trample some villagers and watch them bleed.

To ride to the land of princes and young men.

Where he'd find the suitable hen.

And accidentally

TOM: Set off a nuclear bomb, killing everything. The End!

A farmer boy came, through a strong gale,

MIKE: These sequels to the Wizard of Oz haven’t really gone over well.

To pick up the peices and brighten the tale.

He bounced up the tree and stuck out a hand.

CROW: Striking Draco in the face and sending it flying.

"Name's Ron Weasly, I own the yonder land."

TOM [Ron]: Of course, all of it is basically sand.

Left Draco to stare in such awe,

As the red-head farmer began to saw

Down, down went Draco's tree and all happiness with it.

MIKE: So now anyone can never be happy again. [angry] Thank you, Mr. Weasely!!

High, high came Draco's temper and he had a fit.

Left Ron to stare with such awe,

CROW: He would later be beheaded for such a faux pas.

He soon began to chuckle and guffaw.

At the sight that brought such tears to his eyes

With this man there came surprise.

TOM: Like Mr. Weasley’s sudden demise.

And Draco shocked, shoved his nose in the air.

"But you are not wealthy or handsome or fair.

MIKE [Draco]: In fact you even smell worse than a bear!

Why you are nothing but a farmer boy,

Brought to think of I as a toy.

CROW [Draco]: Don’t think I see through your little ploy!

TOM [same]: And yet, it fills me with such joy!

A prettier princess you shall never see,

So feast your eyes on top of me!"

MIKE: A more unsubtle pick-up line there’ll never be!

Mr. Weasly not appeased, clambered a fist

Ears turned red, nose flared and quite a list

CROW: Yeah, when I get angry at people I tend to show them my grocery list, too.

Of irregular reactions

And Draco all pink and flustered

TOM: Felt a strange craving for some caramel clusters.

Felt some irregular attraction.

To the freckled red-head,

And dreamed of him in bed.

MIKE [Homer Simpson]: Bed goes up, Bed goes down, Bed goes up…

The said bought Draco a new tree,

Where they fought and disagreed.

CROW: Over the price of tomorrow’s mead.

So often they'd argue if Ron were to visit,

But Draco was happy and all in a tizzy.

TOM: For the blond hair dye made him quite dizzy.

Ron only came to drop of some food

When he wasn't there he'd be distant and brood.

MIKE: His mom said he was in one of his “moods.”

Why? Not because he wanted the ferret

CROW: What? What does a ferret have to do with this?

TOM: At this point, who knows?

But only that this would win him a merret

MIKE [announcer]: With that Ron could win a brand-new car!

A place on the wall of fame

Which Draco would see and flame

TOM [Draco, but 1337-y]: 0MG R0n $uxx0rs!!!111

For he would feel such shame

For even trying to tame

CROW: That hair without Pantene.

Our dear Mr. Weasly.

If only the two could admit to

MIKE: The fact that they’re in a horrible poem.

The fact that they never wanted to shoo

TOM: Their horses!! Geddit, because shoe and shoo sound the same and-

MIKE [to TOM] Alright, that’s enough.

For necessity is a part of life

And they needed each other

CROW: Like I need a barf bag right now.

Husband and Wife.

TOM: The author really needs to get a life!

CROW: That was a low blow, TOM.

Any thoughts, fellow tropers?

edited 14th Oct '10 9:25:46 PM by mst3kluv

Do more MSTs! You're very entertaining.

edited 16th Oct '10 10:46:46 AM by Reecer6

Indeed, entertaining you are!

Which is more than can be said for this oddly gender-confused "poem." Draco's a princess, but he's looking for a hen...? Is this poem supposed to be about gay men, straight people, or lesbian women?

Haw! Love it! More, MORE!