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The Spirit of the Season
‘Twas the week of the Writeoff,
and all through the forum,
the writers all exercised
proper decorum.
A last-minute editing pass
to keep the formatting steady
and that sense of publisher’s-guilt
meant their entries were ready.
With anonymity intact
and excitement in the air,
it was certain to be
a glorious affair.
Everyone hustled to read
and to write their reviews,
and to arrange their slates
in whatever order they choose.
Reviews were bound to come
in many shapes and sizes,
from critiques and reactions,
to haikus and surprises.
Now, the Writeoff was definitely
a strange place to be,
with many strange characters
as far as the eye could see.
From great, big dragons
to bunnies so small,
it was a wonder they could reach
any agreement at all.
There was Fan Of Most Everything,
who, in pursuit of perfection,
would likely end up reviewing
the entire collection.
And then there’s Cold in Gardez—
well-known for his skill.
When it comes to winning medals,
he most likely will.
Everyone wondered what Trick Question
would write about next.
Whatever it was likely involved
gender or sex.
The Titanium Dragon
emerged from his cave
and gave all the others
a nice little wave.
Then he sized up the stories
with a gleam in his eye,
and wrote his reviews
to help the time pass by.
And just over the horizon
came a pegasus of orange
to see what’d been written
and—uh… um…
And just over the horizon
came an orange pegasus pony
who definitely wasn’t
a changeling or phony.
And there are still other writers
who had achieved Writeoff-fame,
and with new entrants every time,
there are too many to name.
So, what brings together this
odd collection of peers,
to share in crying and laughter,
to ring out all these cheers?
The Writeoff is a contest;
this, no one denies.
And yet it was also
so much more in their eyes.
It brought them all together—
the seasoned and the green,
and all the other writers
who fell in-between.
To join together in the sense
of being something more;
to share their thoughts and ideas
about a show they adore.
So when the medals are awarded
and the reflections are all through,
each writer walks away
having learned something new.
It was the magic of friendship,
and by its guiding light,
Merry Writeoff to all,
and to all, enjoy the site.
and all through the forum,
the writers all exercised
proper decorum.
A last-minute editing pass
to keep the formatting steady
and that sense of publisher’s-guilt
meant their entries were ready.
With anonymity intact
and excitement in the air,
it was certain to be
a glorious affair.
Everyone hustled to read
and to write their reviews,
and to arrange their slates
in whatever order they choose.
Reviews were bound to come
in many shapes and sizes,
from critiques and reactions,
to haikus and surprises.
Now, the Writeoff was definitely
a strange place to be,
with many strange characters
as far as the eye could see.
From great, big dragons
to bunnies so small,
it was a wonder they could reach
any agreement at all.
There was Fan Of Most Everything,
who, in pursuit of perfection,
would likely end up reviewing
the entire collection.
And then there’s Cold in Gardez—
well-known for his skill.
When it comes to winning medals,
he most likely will.
Everyone wondered what Trick Question
would write about next.
Whatever it was likely involved
gender or sex.
The Titanium Dragon
emerged from his cave
and gave all the others
a nice little wave.
Then he sized up the stories
with a gleam in his eye,
and wrote his reviews
to help the time pass by.
And just over the horizon
came a pegasus of orange
to see what’d been written
and—uh… um…
And just over the horizon
came an orange pegasus pony
who definitely wasn’t
a changeling or phony.
And there are still other writers
who had achieved Writeoff-fame,
and with new entrants every time,
there are too many to name.
So, what brings together this
odd collection of peers,
to share in crying and laughter,
to ring out all these cheers?
The Writeoff is a contest;
this, no one denies.
And yet it was also
so much more in their eyes.
It brought them all together—
the seasoned and the green,
and all the other writers
who fell in-between.
To join together in the sense
of being something more;
to share their thoughts and ideas
about a show they adore.
So when the medals are awarded
and the reflections are all through,
each writer walks away
having learned something new.
It was the magic of friendship,
and by its guiding light,
Merry Writeoff to all,
and to all, enjoy the site.