My Filk

[daibhidc]

Sorry, these things just come into my head...

So I hope this is funny,
I hope that it scans,
Maybe when I started,
I should have had a plan,
But that's not how I do things,
Because it takes time.
I'll just begin writing,
And hope for a rhyme.

Some people write epics,
All sweeping and dark,
And filled with characters,
With emotional arcs.
But that all takes effort,
And don't look much fun,
So I just write daft squibs,
Of which this is one.

I've dabbled in drabble,
I've done microfic.
From idea to completion,
Should just take a tick.
And when a song,
Gets stuck in my head,
A silly parody,
Starts to form instead.

And then I tell everybody,
Well, this is my filk,
And if you like it I,
Could do more of that ilk.
I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind,
If you're Elton John,
The mess that I've made,
Of what once was your song.