Snow, Geos, and dentists' chairs,
And curly Shirley Temple hair,
And talk of pants and underwear,
And lots of cyber-play
But there are times when playing's done,
When even Reuben's witty puns
Can't bring our elf a bit of fun:
When things don't go her way

When Arwen pouts, she makes a frown,
Her lip sticks out, her mouth turns down,
Her pout says, "you are bastards, all"
I don't like when she pouts at all

Bloom, abloom with sex appeal*,
And Harry at the potter's wheel,
Such fantasies are quite ideal
For posting every day
And though Leola finds them strange,
Ignore that bitch • she's just deranged
(Besides, these things are just exchanged
With Ashley anyway)

When Arwen pouts, she makes a frown,
Her lip sticks out, her mouth turns down,
Her pout says, "you are bastards, all"
I don't like when she pouts at all

Cheers, my dear, for falling down
And ripping your new evening gown,
For now a subject has been found
For your next parody!
So, up and on your way you go --
You'll write one, and before you know,
Your fans will vote all 5's • although
You'll get no fives from me

So Arwen pout -- yes, make a frown!
Stick out that lip! Yes, turn it down!
Let's get into a cyber-brawl!
I love your pouting after all