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Jabberfilky

Words © 1990 Avram Grumer


Past midnight, and the filking fen,
Were tired and bleary at the con.
Though saner fen had gone to bed,
The filkers still sang on.

"Beware the Jabberfilk, young fan,
The chords that grind, the rhymes that clash.
Beware the songs of Argo, and
Those filks of ose and slash."

He took his vocal cords in hand,
Long time the proper key he sought,
Then suffered he from Frank Hayes Disease,
And stood awhile in thought.

Then memory at last came strong,
The fiendish fan stopped up his ears.
The filkers heard the fatal song,
And died there in their chairs.

One-two-three-four, down to the floor
The filkers from their seats did fall.
He left them slain, and went to join
The gamers in the hall.

"And hast thou sung the Jabberfilk,
And killed them all? Their function room
Is ours! We'll use it as we choose,
Now that they've met their doom!"

Past midnight, and the gaming fen,
Were tired and bleary at the con.
Though saner fen had gone to bed,
The gamers still played on.

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