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In Willow’s small magical book
The task seemed more than clear:
“You should be close enough to look
Just eat or devour that’s near.”
A Slayer, ready to attack,
“We’ll make up a lot of time
Right now, so no need to hold back
Hey, why am I talking in rhyme?”
“Uh-oh,” said the other young lady,
“We must be nowhere but Seuss-land
Given it’s all bright and unshady
Not to mention what’s close at hand.”
The two women stared in shock
At the steaming contents of two plates
By each other on a stone block
As if laid out by one of the Fates.
The food there wasn’t some sort of steak
Either from a cow or a tree
No, this fast had to end in a break
Of ham and eggs, green as could be.
“Do we really have to eat all that?”
Rona said, along with her best glare
To a plate of odd food on a mat
Disliking at sight the latest dare.
“If you’re not, I’m damn well gonna
Plus, it looks quite normal to me,”
Dawn chided a grumpy Rona
With a smack of lips by the Key.
A hundred vamps she’d far rather fight
An equal set of demons and such
The warrior yearned to show her might
Not at something making her say, “YUCH!”
“Oh, shut up and stuff it down your throat,”
Dawn sniffed, adding to her good pal,
“It’s not like there’s a chance you’ll bloat
Since you won’t gain an ounce, Slayer gal.”
The pair then ate, one glad and one not
Still, when done, Rona had to admit,
“Got to say, downing that in a shot
Made me regret not savoring it.”
Nodding, Dawn opened the book
As Rona burped from her tummy
The Key sent around one last look
Hearing her friend say, “It’d be yummy”
"To top off that snack with a drink
Of cold water, coffee, or juice, see
Did Willow forget this, ya think?
Me, I’m craving my choice, like Giles’ tea--”
A frantic Dawn yanked on the tome
Lest they be trapped here for all time
By Rona stranding them far from home
For saying what doesn’t have a rhyme.
The pair disappeared from sight
Leaving pleasant Seuss-land on its own
Search in all there from day to night
But you’ll never be told, just shown
A fruit or color like a dim sun
Because truly the best poet
Doesn’t put an ‘orange,’ even in fun
At a line’s end, and you know it.
Author’s Note: Take a peek at the following below.