An Ode to Sirius Black
(A/N: Also known as an ode to a friend who writes too much fanfiction and needs to get over a fear of cookies.)
(To the tune of "Silent Night")
Padfoot, stop. Go to sleep.
See the clock? It's 12:55.
You need to sleep or you're going to die
Sleep with cookies in mi-ind!
Sle-ep with cookies in mind!
Your friends have all called
They want to hang out
But you write, all night long
Fifteen chapters and seven one-shots,
All within the time of one month
That's a lot, it's absu-urd!
That's too mu-uch, it's really absurd!
Cookies have come
They march in your dreams
You type a cry out, but you're caught in the stream
There's so many cookies, but you won't eat them
You in fright as they fall in your hands
"Eat me, please," they all sa-ay!
But you scream like a girl and ru-un away!